Chapter 58 Claiming her 3

Chapter 58 Claiming her 3
Kasey

Using my free hand, he holds my breast and massages my nipple until I sigh and groan in his presence.

He moans into my hair, "I am going to fuck you now." “And if you’re a good little slut and take what I give you, I’ll consider letting you come for a third time tonight. Would you like that?”

I’m going to die. I can not think of any other explanation for what I am going through right now. Somehow, I have passed away and entered heaven. Or perhaps it is the worst. To be honest, I have no idea anymore.

My body is worn out. Xavier pulls his hips away from my forbidden entrance, his erection sliding out until nothing is left but the tip of his cock, his muscles and limbs too exhausted to do anything. He stays there for a beat, giving me time to get excited before plunging back in and using one thrust to ignite my body and send shivers down my spine.

I can not tell if I am crying out of pleasure or pain. Down feels like up, and up feels like down. Sensation blazes through my body. My mind is intoxicated with need, desire, and lust.

Something is growing in the pit of my stomach, demanding one thing and one thing only. More. This is something I have never experienced before.

With a firmer hold on my thigh, Xavier releases his grip on my breast, allowing him to fuck me with slow, powerful strokes that squeeze my flesh and keep me wide open.

For an instant, I believe he is going to extend his other hand beneath the pillow as it slides beneath my head, but instead, it curls to wrap around my throat, pressing under my chin and pushing my eyes upward until I am contorted into an awkward angle and our gazes are now able to meet.

He does not exert pressure. Not right away. However, the threat is still present and looms. Just a friendly reminder that he has the ability to stop my oxygen at any moment. I clench my pussy. An adrenaline rush that sent shivers down my spine. Something about his hold, the pure possessiveness of it, has a warm rush of heat dripping down the insides of my thighs.

Oh, my god. He’s right. I might actually come for a third time tonight. How is that even possible? But I feel a familiar pressure building low in my belly. It's different from before. Deeper. Darker. A sensation filled with promise if only I surrender to it.

It’s as if my body wants me to endure the storm rather than run after it.

With his warm breath grazing my exposed flesh, Xavier lies next to me.

His dark brown eyes are hooded and his powerful body flexes and strains with each thrust of his powerful hips. A muscle ticks in his jaw and if I could reach him, I’d trail my finger along the nerve, tracing the evidence of his response to being inside of me.

“I’m going to fill your tight hole with my cum,” he growls into my ear. “Going to fill you up.”

My body goes white hot at the thought and my thighs squeeze as if he’s already cum and I’m desperate to hold in his release.

Bearing his teeth, Xavier snarls against my skin, picking up his pace.

A sharp spear of pain shoots from my ass to my pussy before blazing a tingling path down to the tips of my toes.

An uncomfortable ache ignites my nerve endings. It’s not painful per say. But the burn in my ass ripples through me the way a skipped rock ripples across the surface of a pond, creating a disturbance that affects everything surrounding the point of origin.

The ripples that move through my body now leave a smattering of little fires that burn beneath my veins.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you, baby girl?”

I’m almost disgusted to admit, I do. I really freaking do. I love the sound of his voice when he growls filthy words at me. I love it when he’s rough and aggressive with my body. And I can’t deny the thrill that tingles down my spine every time he makes a demand or orders me to undress for him. To bare my intimate flesh to his hungry gaze.

I never thought I’d see the day where I gave in to Xavier Black, but if I thought the sex before was amazing, what he’s doing to me tonight is a religious experience.

The problem is, I’m drowning in a storm of emotions I’ve never felt before. Swimming in the deep end and sinking into the deep blue sea, too far to have any chance of swimming up to break the surface and sucking in a desperate breath of fresh air.

I am overwhelmed by the need for Xavier to fill me with his cum. I am desperate for him to lay claim to every inch of my body. To mark me with his hands, abuse me with his teeth and devour me with his kiss.

There is something seriously wrong with what is happening inside of me right now.

Possessed. Owned. Controlled.

I want to feel all of those things and I want to feel them with him. It’s a terrifying thought.

Passion unfurls deep inside my chest, spreading roots of delicious desire throughout my limbs. What the hell is happening to me?

My lips move fast as I whisper his name in a mindless chant full of abandon.

Xavier. Xavier. Xavier. Yes. Please. Xavier. I never want it to end. Emotion clouds my mind and my brain kicks into overdrive eager to define this strange feeling that thrashes within me, a relentless inferno capable of laying waste to my mind, body, and soul.

It’s not love. I could never love Xavier Black. But whatever it is, it’s a cloying addiction. Deceptively sweet as it sinks its claws into me, offering me a taste I will never be able to get enough of.

I can’t.

Dominique grabs my hands and guides it between my thighs, pressing my fingers into my drenched pussy. I moan when I accidentally press on my clit and Xavier grunts a sound of approval.

“Play with that pussy for me,” he demands. “I want to feel your ass milking my cock when you make yourself cum.”

My clit is so sensitive, the very idea of touching myself makes a tremor roll down my spine. There’s no way I can do it.

When Xavier sees me hesitate, he growls in frustration and brushes my hand aside. I only have a moment of relief before the sharp sound of skin on skin assaults my ears.

Smack.

I yelp, jerking away from the pain, but there’s nowhere to go with him pressed to my back. Before I say anything, let alone demand any sort of explanation, Xavier pulls his hand back and slaps me again, striking my pussy and abusing my clit all in the same move..

“Xavier!” I try to close my legs, but he grabs hold of my thigh, splaying me wide again. The fingers around my throat tighten in warning and his hips come to a stop with him buried to the hilt inside me.

“Is there a reason you’re refusing to do as you’re told?” His voice is sharp and threaded with a warning that I am in too much discomfort to heed.

“I’m too sensitive,” I whine. Squirming in his hold, I struggle to create distance between us, but I’m not getting away until Xavier allows me to.

“Too fucking bad.”

I assume that’s the end. I’ve disappointed him. Big deal. But instead of moving on or continuing to fuck me, Xavier brings his hand back between my thighs.

I flinch, bracing for another slap, but instead he plunges two fingers into my soaked cunt and thrusts them in and out of me, eliciting a gasp followed quickly by a moan. Oh, my god.

I writhe beneath him.

“Looks like I’ll have to do the work myself.”

He finger fucks me with punishing strokes allwhile still rocking his hips in shallow strokes against my ass. All at once I’m in sensory overload. My nerves are on fire at the same time that ice floods my veins. I’m hot and then cold. Fighting between the urge to chase my own pleasure and resisting the slow burn of pain.

It’s too much.

Opening my mouth, I struggle to force out the words to tell him I can’t take anymore but I manage a, “Too much—“ before the fingers of his other hand tighten around my neck tight enough to cut off my breath, and long enough that dark spots dance across my vision.

“No, baby girl. It’s just enough.”

His next thrust against my ass is savage, and at the same time, he works his finger into my pussy and presses his thumb down on my clit. Those three actions at once send me into a free fall. Stars explode behind my eyes and my orgasm slams into me like a violent storm.

A sob tries to tear itself from my throat, but without any air in which to release it, it comes out as little more than a strangled hiss of breath.

My head is light. Fuzzy. Without oxygen, I can’t make a sound, but my lips still form the shape of his name, silently chanting it again and again as white-hot pleasure blazes through me.

Xavier. Xavier.....

Just when I think I’m going to pass out, he releases his hold on my throat, withdraws his fingers from my pussy, and grabs my hip, sinking his cock in as far as it’ll go and he shoves me forward onto my stomach, and sinks himself deep inside of me three more times before stiffening on top of me.

With a deep groan, his cock jerks inside of me, spurting his release and filling me with his cum like he said he would before slumping onto the bed, his body still half on top of me.

Xavier doesn’t pull himself free. Instead, he tugs back onto my side until our bodies are flush. One arm wraps around my middle and presses his face to my hair.

Exhaustion pulls at me and for once, I listen to its call, sinking into the promise of sleep and ignoring what will come tomorrow.