Xander didn't thrust forward immediately as I'd expected. Instead, he dragged his burning shaft—hot as molten coal—up and down against my already swollen, aching bud with deliberate, torturous slowness.
"What's with that look, princess?" His lips curved into that insufferable, arrogant smirk as he suddenly bucked hard, his thighs slapping sharply against my backside.
"If you don't tell me, how will I know what you want?"
Xavier chuckled softly, one hand kneading my breast while the other traced the saliva trailing from the corner of my mouth.
"See? I told you he's a cunning bastard."
Rich words from the man thrusting his hips to drive deep his full girth into my throat.
How could I possibly speak when my mouth was filled to the point I could barely breathe?
My hand left Xavier's thick shaft to cup the taut, rounded orbs beneath.
"Mhm—" Xavier's breath hitched. "Too bold of you, Your Highness."
