Xavier FINAL(57)

     Fucking women.

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     I woke at seven in the morning. I slept like a fucking rock. And I sat up feeling like I had been hit by several of them. I took a piss and hopped in the shower in the downstairs bathroom, of course, ‘cause if I went up those stairs little Miss Patrick would have morning wood shoved deep inside her pussy, wet or not.

     I walked out in a towel just as her pretty little feet were padding down the stairs.

     “Sleep well?” She asked glancing down at the tiny towel just barley covering my cock.

     “Perfect and you?”

     “It was like heaven.” She gushed, borderline obnoxious and walked into the kitchen and filled the Keurig. I walked in, no strutted, fuck yeah I strutted. I reached over her head and pushed into her back while I grabbed a glass. I took a deep whiff of her sexy hair and she looked up and over her shoulder at me, and rolled those emerald eyes.

     I chuckled as I stepped away. I filled the cup with water and then turned and leaned against the counter and stared at her. My dick wanted her but check this shit out; I control my dick, when I want to of course and right now I didn’t want her to know that I was at all interested.

     “You’re pretty impressed with that thing aren’t you?” She looked down at my towel.

     “It’s pretty fucking impressive.”

     “Hmm.”

     “Not hmm. Let’s be honest shall we. The sounds that come out of you when you’re being impaled by greatness isn’t hmm. It’s Oh God! Xavier, Oh Yes!”

     “Close, but just so you know some women practice that stuff.”

     “Like you did with Daniel?” I fucking hated that man’s name.

     “Years of practice. They say practice makes perfect. My noises are pretty perfect aren’t they?”

     Her smug look made me laugh. “Did you fake cum too? Did your pussy fake squeeze my dick and fake--.”

     “Fuck you.” She stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

     I waited for her to get up the stairs and then decided to go up and taunt her some more. Pissed off Taelyn was smoking hot.

     When I walked in the room I wasn’t expecting to see what I saw. She was on the bed hugging her knees and her shoulders were shuttering.

     “I was just joking around. Damn Taelyn. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I sat down and pulled her balled up body against my chest and held her.

     She pulled away and laid down covering her face with a pillow.

     I laid next to her and held her. Her breasts were heaving and she leaned into me. I tried to take the pillow away and she pushed my hand down, her hand was over mine but mine was most definitely on her tit. Ever so gently she pushed into my hand and then her hand slipped down to my wrist. I felt her nipple hardening under my hand. So I rubbed my palm just a little, literally feeling her out. Did she want this?

     She moaned and pushed harder against my hand.

     Yeah she wanted it. I used one hand to play with her tit and the other to lift her shirt. Her little hips rolled, basically begging for my hand to travel south, so it did.

     “Damn Irish you’re so wet,” she moaned and then stiffened. But her hips continued to push into my hand.

     It was fucked up fingering and playing with the tits of a girl who’s crying. For real. I mean I’ve fucked plenty girls who ended up in tears, but not because they were upset. You know what I’m sayin?

     I started sucking on her perfect fucking tits and she cried into the pillow. I moved down her body, kissing, sucking, licking, and needing to eat that sweet fucking pussy. My cock was fucking steel but I didn’t want in, not yet.

     I knelt at her feet in pussy worship position as I took her underwear off. Green lace, fucking hot. I held them to my face and took a deep breath. The fucking scent of want, need, desire, all bottled up inside her just waiting to be eaten.

     I slid forward on my stomach and pushed my hands under her tight as fuck ass. I wanted to squeeze it, leave my marks on it, and lick it, fuck!

     I lifted her ass so it met my mouth, throwing her legs over my back. There was no easing into it. I licked her pussy like a fucking cat licking its paw. No crease, crevice, or hole was left untouched. When I say no hole, I mean no fucking hole. She was so wet she was dripping and that juice was pure fucking platinum, I would not let any bit of it be left to waste.