Lost In Pleasure

Skye’s heart hammered in her chest as Xavier’s lips moved over hers with a ferocity that stole her breath.

 It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a battle of wills, a claim. His lips were rough and demanding, pulling her into his world, where nothing else mattered but the sensation of his mouth on hers and the intoxicating heat that radiated from his body.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly, trying to hold onto something as the world spun around her. His hands slid up her waist, firm and possessive, as if daring her to pull away. But she didn’t want to. She couldn’t.

“I fucking can’t get enough of you,” Xavier growled against her lips, his voice raw and gravelly. It sent shivers racing down her spine, pooling heat low in her belly. The intensity of his gaze when he pulled back momentarily made her feel like the only woman in the universe.

His thumb brushed her swollen bottom lip, his eyes darkening at the sight of the faint trace of blood. “You’re so goddamn tempting,” he muttered, almost to himself, before pushing her back onto the bed with a force that left her breathless.

The mattress dipped under her weight as she stared up at him, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Xavier didn’t move right away. He stood there, looming over her, his broad shoulders and sculpted chest blocking out everything else. Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the hem of his shirt.

Skye’s mouth went dry as he pulled it over his head, revealing the hard planes of his torso. Every muscle flexed with his movements, his abs rippling under the dim light. The air between them felt electric, her thoughts spiraling into forbidden territory. She couldn’t help the way her gaze lingered, her mind betraying her with images of her tongue tracing the defined grooves of his stomach.

God, I want to taste him, she thought, biting her lip hard enough to leave a mark.

Xavier caught the action, his lips quirking into a knowing smirk. “You like what you see, Angel?” he asked, his voice husky, almost mocking.

Her cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with excruciating slowness, the metallic clink echoing in the charged silence. Her heart raced as he slid the leather free, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

When he pushed his pants down, Skye couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips. He stood there, fully exposed, unapologetically confident, and utterly overwhelming. Her gaze dropped lower, and she froze.

Oh. My. God. He was fucking huge! would that go into her without tearing her apart.

She couldn’t form coherent thoughts, her mind a whirlwind of shock and something darker, more primal. Her eyes widened, her lips parting as she stared at him.

“Shocked?” Xavier teased, his smirk widening. “Most women are.”

The way he spoke sent a wave of heat flooding her cheeks. But there was no arrogance in his tone, just pure, unfiltered confidence. And that confidence made him even more irresistible.

He moved to a wooden chair in the corner of the room, dragging it to the center with a lazy, deliberate motion. He sat down, legs spread wide, his posture exuding dominance. His gaze locked onto hers, and the air between them seemed to thicken.

“Strip for me,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver coursing through her.

Skye hesitated for only a moment, her breath hitching. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way his eyes followed her every move like a predator watching its prey. Slowly, her hands reached for the zipper of her dress.

The fabric slid down her body inch by inch, revealing smooth, golden skin beneath. She moved deliberately, her fingers grazing her own curves as she slipped the straps from her shoulders. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but delicate lace.

Xavier’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze roamed over her, taking in every inch, every curve, with an intensity that left her breathless.

“Keep going,” he urged, his voice like a dark promise.

Her fingers trembled as she reached behind her, unhooking her bra. The straps slid down her arms, the garment falling away to reveal her bare skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but the hunger in his eyes made her feel powerful.

“You’re perfect,” Xavier said, his voice softer but no less commanding.

Skye’s breath hitched as his words washed over her. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down slowly, teasingly, until she stood before him, completely bare.

“Come here,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She stepped forward, her knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his gaze. When she reached him, he grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his lap. The hard press of him against her sent a jolt of heat straight through her, and she couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped her lips.

His hands roamed over her body, rough and possessive, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You’re mine. Now grind on this fucking cock like the slut that you are,” he growled against her neck, his lips brushing her skin.

Sky moved in sync with his cock, as Xavier grabbed her hips, his nails digging to her skin, he moved his hips up and down so he could go deeper into her core. 

“FUCK!” Sky screamed as he gripped his hair, biting her lip due to the hard thrust of his cock. “Fast Daddy! Fuck this pussy! It's all yours! I'm all yours! Worship this pussy daddy! You're so fucking big!” Arghhh!

Sky moved against Xavier with an unsteady rhythm, her body trembling with each shift, each second of contact that set her nerves aflame. 

Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, like she was drawing in air but never getting enough. “Xavier,” she whispered, his name falling from her lips like a prayer, her voice heavy with longing, desire and vulnerability. 

Her fingers found their way into his hair, twisting and pulling, desperate for something to anchor her in the chaos of the moment.

She turned her head to look at him, her lips parted, her gaze burning with a mix of shyness and boldness she barely recognized in herself.

 Xavier’s head was thrown back, the sharp line of his jaw clenched tightly, his muscles taut beneath his bronzed skin. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths, like he was fighting to keep control—but the tension in his body told her he wouldn’t hold back much longer.

“Damn it, Sky. Your pussy is so fucking tight! I can't get enough of it!,” he growled, his voice rough and raw, a sound that vibrated deep in her chest and sent a shiver cascading down her spine.

 “You’re so... tight, so perfect. I can feel every inch of you, and it’s driving me insane.” His hands gripped her hips, firm but not harsh, his touch commanding yet tender.

Sky let out a soft moan, a sound that seemed to spur him on. He moved her faster, his control unwavering even as his breathing quickened. “Don’t stop! Grind daddies cock like a slut!,” he urged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Don’t hold back, angel. I want all of you—every bit of you.”

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, each beat faster than the last. Her body obeyed him, moving in sync with his unspoken demands, and the pressure building between them became almost unbearable. 

She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as though she feared letting go would send her tumbling into the abyss.

But just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Xavier shifted. In one swift, effortless motion, he had her beneath him, his body caging hers against the bed.

He paused for a moment, his dark, stormy eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly his. “Now,” he murmured, his voice low, rich, and full of promise, “you’re going to let me take care of you, Sky. You’re going to feel everything I’ve been holding back.”

Her breath hitched as his fingers began their slow, deliberate journey, tracing the curve of her collarbone before sliding down her side as he spanked her big fat ass making sky to gasped but fuck it made her nipples hardened.

The nipples were waiting to be sucked abd devoured by his tongue.

 His touch was light, almost teasing, but it left a trail of fire in its wake. When he reached her breast, his fingers paused, brushing just the nipple, then he pinched it. "Bring these bug father titties let me suck them" he huskily said as he grabbed her breast sucking them hard. When he was done, he bit the nipples a little, as his gaze locked on hers, waiting, asking without words.

“Xavier. I fucking want more! Please Daddy! please!” she whispered, her voice trembling. She didn’t even know what she wanted to say—maybe to urge him on, maybe to ask him to stop—but the word came out like a plea.

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath. “ Oh my angel, I love it when you call my daddy my little slut, don't worry I’ve got you, angel,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to her racing heart. “Trust me.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as his hand continued its journey, sliding up her thigh and sending waves of heat coursing through her. When his fingers brushed the edge of her pussy she tensed, her instincts urging her to close her legs.

But Xavier didn’t falter. He withdrew his hand slightly, his eyes softening as he studied her. “Don’t hide from me, Sky,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less commanding. “I need all of you. Let me in.”

His lips found her neck, pressing gentle kisses there before trailing down, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment.

When he finally looked back up at her, his expression had shifted—gone was the playful smirk, replaced by something deeper, darker, and full of need. “Tell me what you want, angel! Fucking tell me!,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, each word deliberate and heavy with meaning.

She met his gaze, her cheeks flushed, her lips trembling. “I want you, Xavier! I want you to fuck me with her fingers and your fucking tongue!” she said, her voice shaking but firm. “All of you. Please.”

His voice, low and gravelly, broke through her moans “Do you trust me, angel?” The question was simple, but the way he asked it—so raw, so full of meaning—made her heart stumble.

Sky’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her eyes locked with his. She couldn’t speak, her voice caught somewhere between anticipation and surrender, so she nodded instead. It was all she could manage.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Xavier’s lips, and the intensity in his gaze made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something vast and thrilling. “Good,” he murmured, leaning closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Let me show you how much I want you.

“Because I’m about to make you feel things you didn’t even know were possible. Now spread those goddamn legs wide!”