Xavier FINAL(42)
“Your mouth is amazing. If you were mine, you’d be doing that a lot.”
“Your pussy tastes amazing. If you were mine I’d eat nothing else.”
His mouth crashed over mine and I tasted myself on him.
“Mmm, I do taste good.” I giggled against his lips.
“Down you go.” He dropped me on the bed and stepped back. “I found the pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, green clovers, and blue diamonds all magically delicious. Now it’s your turn to discover something. You ready Irish?” He started to remove the towel and desire began burning inside me again. “Did you know you’re about to fuck a prince Irish?”
“I think you can up your ranks there. I think you must be the king of oral.”
He dropped his towel and I gasped.
“Prince Irish. You wanna bow to the Prince Babe?”
“Why would you do that? I mean if you were small or even average then maybe but Xavier you’re-- you’re a statue.”
“It’s for you. All for you. But that’s not all Irish.” He took my hand. “I want you to meet a Frenum-in.” He held my hand around his cock and I gasped again. “That’s for you too.”
I swallowed hard as our hands stroked up and down his pierced shaft.
“Do you have any idea how that’s gonna feel inside of you.”
My mouth was dry and I swallowed trying to bring moisture back to it. “Good?”
“Real fucking good. Lay down Taelyn. I can’t wait to fuck you. Maybe it’ll be so good; you’ll make sense when you’re coming this time.”
“I hope not,” I whispered as I laid back.
He grabbed my ankles, tugged me down to the edge of the bed, and rested my feet on his shoulders.
“Reach up and grab a pillow Irish. I want your ass in the air so you can see what it looks like when the prince of Italy conquers Ireland.”
I laughed and grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
He wasn’t paying any attention when it hit him in the face.
“What was that for?”
“Ireland is going to be all over Italy. The Prince will be buried inside her not the other way around.”
“I might let you have the win this time but I can assure you that you’ll admit defeat someday. But for now,” he rubbed the metal ring up and down my slit and I moaned. “Let’s just see what happens when the Irish admires the crown jewels of Italy.”
He nudged my clit and I whimpered.
“That’s the way Irish.”
“Xavier,” I moaned as he pushed just his broad head inside me. “Oh God.”
He rocked back and forth slowly.
“More, oh God more.” I thrust my hips towards him.
“Easy,” he hissed. “You’re gonna come so fast and hard for me you’ll think what happened in the bathroom was nothing.”
“Not possible.” He shoved in hard, the ring grazed my g spot and I cried out.
“You still with me Irish?”
“Again.” He pulled back and slammed into me again. “Fuck!”
“Hmm if you say so.” He pulled out and pushed in over and over again.
I screamed, panted, maybe even begged, and definitely prayed as he moved hard and fast in me.
He pulled me up mid orgasm and growled. “Legs around me, I want all in.”
“You weren’t? Oh God Xavier I don’t think--.”
“Your pussy will stretch to fit me.” He grabbed my ankles, wrapped them around him and lifted me up.
“Ouch, oh God!” I leaned forward and bit his shoulder to stop from screaming out.
“I’ll try to go easy but I swear you’ll stretch. You want me to stop?” He asked as he pounded into me.
“No please don’t. Oh. Oh. Yes!” My back was against the wall and he continued fucking me so hard I thought I may pass out.