Page 161 of Filthy Beautiful
Was he going to make me say it again?
“You know… rip off the bandage.”
He looked deep in my eyes. That searching, assessing look of his…
Then he withdrew his hand from between my legs. He settled his knees between mine and spread my thighs apart with his weight.
Holy shit.He was huge. And so strong.
This is happening.
I was about to lose my virginity.
To Xander.
He lowered himself over me and his mouth met mine. I kissed him back. I felt his cock digging into my thigh, and my pulse slammed through my body.
He reached down and grasped his dick, angling it between my legs. I felt the head nudge against me and I sucked in a breath. I wrapped my thighs tightly around his waist, holding on.
“Breathe…” he said. “Just take a breath, sweetheart.”
I tried to. I tried to relax… but I was too excited. Nervous.
Scared.
I tried to brace myself, somehow… but he didn’t push into me.
“Please,” I moaned. “Just put it in.”
“Going to…” he muttered. Then he kissed me again. Slow. Hot.
He still didn’t fuck me, though.
I stopped kissing him. “I don’t think I like the element of surprise here.”
“Just try to relax,” he said. “You’re all tense.”
“I’m fine.”
“Maybe you need another massage…”
“Fuck that.”
He chuckled again. Was this amusing to him?
“Just fuck me. You’re atease, Xander Rush.”
“So impatient…” he teased, and kissed me again, harder. His tongue lapped against mine. Slow. Aggressive. I could feel that kiss all the way to my toes.
I pulled away again. “Now.”
“Soon,” he whispered.
“Let’s do a countdown?” I whispered back.
“Let’s not.”
“Come on! Get ready. Five, four—”
