Page 103 of Baby Girl
My screams aren’t from pleasure anymore.
“Fuck, stop, please stop. Oh my god, ahhhhhh,” I scream, but they are only indistinguishable noises. I beg him with my eyes to make it stop. “It hurts.”
But he doesn’t.
He just stares at me, still fucking into me as my pussy tries to inside-out itself. My clit screams, lightning focusing directly on the one tiny place.
My vision has completely tunneled to him, and I feel drunk. Everything is blurry, fuzzy.
Xavier’s face goes tight, and he thrusts a few more times before going still inside of me, every muscle chiseled into stone.
I close my eyes again, trying to breathe through the vibrations, but then they cut off. I practically sink into the bed, my entire body turning to jelly. Everywhere is numb and tingly. I’m not quite floaty, but I’m definitely fuzzy. I can’t feel my lips or my face, and it’s like I’m in a completely separate room from Xavier.
He is breathing heavily as I suddenly feel empty. No wait, not empty, but something was removed. I vaguely hear something hit the floor, and my sluggish brain eventually works out that it was the toy.
Xavier lowers my leg, then crawls up my length, our bodies still joined, until he is hovering over me. He removes the fabric from my mouth and frees my wrists, but I can’t move my arms, so he slowly lowers them for me.
He looks down, sweat dripping from him to me, before he leans down and kisses my lips, slowly grinding so that sparks flicker, trying to reignite the fire.
He doesn’t stop, just continues to devour me, restoking my pleasure until it does burn again. We move together, sweat-soaked and lazy, until the gentlest orgasm any of them have ever given me rolls through my body.
Long and languid, a gentle free fall from the cliff instead of a firework. And it is exactly what I need to bring on the floaty feeling.
This. This is what I was missing yesterday.
Utter bliss delivered by one of my daddies.
Chapter 56
Xavier
With one final look at the sleeping figure curled up under the blankets, I pull Emery’s bedroom door shut behind me. My phone, silently vibrating in my back pocket, makes my irritation surge.
I’ve still got twenty minutes to get to the site. Hawk can go fuck himself if he thinks he can rush me.
Going over to my gear, I pull out the note and gift from Hudson to leave on the coffee table for Emery—a gift card for tickets to the movies for her and a friend—then I rip a sheet of paper out of my notepad.
I hunker down to the coffee table and scribble out my note, not wanting her to think this is a fuck-and-run situation.
Dove,
I will be gone for the weekend, returning Monday. Do not mistake my absence as permission to spiral. You are mine and I am yours.
Do not take your bracelet off.
Always,
Xavier
I consider adding more but leave it. This will be enough, if she allows herself to trust me. If she doesn’t, then I’ll be coming home to a highly wound-up sub, ready for some tension relief.
Every version of her is fine with me.
Chapter 57
Emery
I check the time on my phone, nerves twisting in my gut. Four fifty-seven.
