Page 119 of Lassoed Love

“Yes, come for me. Come all over my cock.” His voice is strained with tension, his thrusts now become punishing, hitting me so deep, I can feel my core start to flutter. With one hand tightly gripping my throat, he moves the other to grab hold of my breast.

He pinches my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and before I know it, I’m exploding into pieces. My eyes roll into the back of my head and a feeling of lightheadedness overwhelms me as I arch my back into his thrusts, crying out to him, his name leaving my lips.

My breathing has become shallow, and Xavier eases his grip on my throat, allowing me to regain control of my breathing. Fuck, this turns me on so much.

My orgasm must spur him on, because I can feel his movements falter slightly, a groan escaping his lips before he hits me with a few more gruelling thrusts.

“Fuck, yes, Isla. This pussy is all mine.” He accentuates that last word with a growl that I fucking love.

“You”Thrust. “Are.”Thrust. “Mine.”Thrust.

Each deliberate thrust carries with it a declaration, punctuating the intimate space between us with the fervent expression of his feelings. With that last deep drive, he slows his pace, spilling his load into me, and drops his head to capture my lips with a debilitating kiss, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, biting down hard.

I rub my hands up and down his muscular back, before running them down to cup his ass—moving slowly with him as he finishesinside me.

We remain entwined in that moment, time slipping away, with him still inside me, his forearms framing my face. Slowly, he withdraws, sending a shiver through my body. He sits back up, watching intently as his semen drips out of me.

With a swift movement, he slides two long fingers inside me, pressing them in deeply, keeping all the contents of his arousal inside.

Oh, oh my.Why is that so fucking hot?

As he drops back beside me, “God, that was…” his voice trails off as he exhales, lying on his back.

I offer a soft smile, revelling in the connection that lingers between us. “Amazing,” I finish his thought, words whispered in the hushed post-climax atmosphere. We both chuckle at this.

“Hm, I feel so sore,” I admit, a playful note in my voice.

“Shit, I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he immediately sits up, concern in his eyes.

“No, god no. It’s agoodsore,” I reassure him, turning to face him and lying on my side.

“Yeah, well, I did just rail the fuck out of you, and we’re only just getting started, princess,” he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh my… I may need a minute,” I gasp with a breathy laugh, he just smirks.

“Good, because I plan to go again,” he declares, moving in to capture my lips with a sensual kiss. “Again,” another kiss follows, “and again.”

His kisses are intoxicating—I could melt just from theheat of his lips alone.

After multiple orgasms, I lost count somewhere around the third or maybe fourth—heck, who’s keeping track? We’re sprawled across Xavier’s bed, limbs all tangled in his sheets, and our breathing has settled into a slow rhythm. My head nestles comfortably on his chest, and my arm drapes over him, creating a cosy haven of shared warmth.

“So, um, your dad came and spoke to me today,” I start, gauging his reaction.

“What?” he blurts. “When?”

“This afternoon, at the church in town. I was just there to clear my head, you know, pray for my dad. And he, well, he saw me walk in, so he joined me. He was… strangely calm—-actually nice.”

He frowns, but I continue, “Earlier I had gone to my dad’s house.”

“Your house, you mean, you used to live there, too, you know,” he adds reassuringly. True.

“Yeah. Well, I went there today to tidy up the place for him—and I went into my parents’ room, I found…” I falter, swallowing hard. “I found letters. Letters my mum wrote to me.”

“Isla,” he says softly, his hand rubbing circles on my arm as he turns his head to look at me.

“I—I’m not ready to talk about that just yet,” I sigh. “There are still a few more I need to read. But after that I just needed space—clarity—to clear my head.”

“Of course. I’m all ears whenever you’re ready,” he assures me. I appreciate his understanding and respond with a grateful smile.