Page 110 of Breaking the Rules
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Xavier breathed the words with reverence as he fisted the root of his cock. “And you’re mine.”
“I’ve always been yours,” she said, finally forming the words she needed him to hear. “Even when we were stupid and stubborn and scared.”
“I’m still all of those things when it comes to you,” he confessed, watching her as he lowered his mouth to sample the pink nipple that budded under his warm breath. A low moan of pleasure escaped her throat when his tongue lashed over the peak.
“Oh, Angel,” he sighed, stroking the bud again, this time with the flat of his tongue. “I need hours with you now, years.” His cock flexed with need. “A lifetime.”
“Right now we have minutes,” she breathed. “Make them count, X.”
He relinquished her breast and planted her feet on the counter just inside her hands.
Waverly’s head fell back against the mirror. She was splayed open for him. She should have felt vulnerable, but instead, she was awash in power. She was craved by Xavier Saint.
He notched the head of his penis at her entrance and groaned at the slickness he found there. “I love how wet you get for me.”
Waverly moaned as he used his hand to slide that flared head over her, parting her flesh until it nudged the spot that ached with desire. Her sigh sounded more like a sob to her.
“Hold on tight,” he warned, guiding his cock back to her entrance.
“Hurry. Hurry. Please,” she begged.
And then he was working his way into her, one thick inch at a time. “Relax, Angel,” he said bringing his forehead to hers. “Relax.”
Waverly breathed into the fullness that was edged with silver slivers of delicious pain. She felt those tiny muscles slowly loosen their grip on Xavier’s shaft just enough.
“Ah, yes,” he hissed out as he finally slid home. He hitched her legs around his waist. “Hang on, baby.”
And with that warning all savoring, all gentleness was gone. Xavier withdrew and sank back into her with a primal groan. Waverly stifled the desperate noises clawing their way out of her throat by pressing her face into his chest. She felt so raw, being completely naked while Xavier was still fully clothed.
He was driving into her now, pushing them both toward the top.
“I’m going to make you come,” he told her in a voice strained with effort. “And everyone out there is going to hear you. They’re going to know that you belong to me.”
Waverly felt herself flutter around his shaft at his words. A movement on her periphery caught her eye. She turned her head and watched their reflection in the mirror in wanton fascination. Xavier, so strong and virile, powering himself into her. She saw herself, flushed and heavy lidded. Her lips full and swollen, her breasts swaying with every plunge into her body. The ring glittered on her finger.
Ever attentive, Xavier followed her gaze. He growled low, a rumble in his chest. “I feel you working my cock, Angel. When you go off, you’re going to set me off, too. Tell me what you need.”
Waverly was lost to the building sensation, that tightening, that pull inward. “More,” she whispered to Xavier. She wanted more of everything he had to offer.
His jaw was clenched tight and sweat dotted his forehead. The thrust of his hips increased in both power and speed. Every stroke carried her forward to the edge.
“Xavier!” His name was a gasp.
“I’m with you, Angel.”
And then the light inside her exploded, blinding her behind closed lids, and he was pumping his seed into her in hot jets. She closed around him in tremulous, delirious waves that wracked her entire body.
“I love you,” he groaned, his forehead resting on hers while they came together.
“I love you, X.”
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They snuck upstairs using the front staircase to avoid a walk of shame through the kitchen where surely everyone heard their wanton display.
Xavier dressed quickly in his standard black suit and white button down before leaving her in their room to dress with a stern warning that they were rolling out in an hour. She looked at her outfit and decided it might take her that long to dress. Going into an operation was never as simple as pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Everything had a purpose and in this case, everything had a dual purpose.
She finished dressing and then stretched and flexed in the mirror, making sure nothing bulged visibly under her long sleeve button down, and then double-checked that her lucky coin was snug between her breasts.
