Page 99 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes

“You’re so good,” he praised, petting my hair while nudging my mouth open, letting me lap up the overflow. “So good forme.”

“I love being good for you,” I gasped, gazing up at him, knowing he could see how much I meant it. “Only you.”

Xander’s eyelids fluttered closed as he released a contented sigh. “All mine. My perfect little slut—perfect for fucking.” His eyes snapped open, gaze darkening. “Because that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to fuck your perfect mouth and come down your perfect throat while you choke on my cock.”

Perfect.

“I love choking on your cock,” I whimpered, full-body shuddering, half-feral with need.

He smiled down at me so adoringly, I almost started crying. “I know you do, baby. That’s why you’re perfect.”

Slipping his hand between the back of my head and the wall, he slowly slid his way into my mouth and down my throat, filling me completely. My jaw ached to accommodate him, but the feel of his silky hardness gliding over my tongue made me moan in pleasure.

Then I gagged.

“Thereit is… fuck,” Xander groaned. “There's no way I’m gonna last long—not with my perfect slut so eager to drink my cum.”

He paused for a moment to compose himself. “All right. Tap my leg three times if you want me to stop, and keep your hands off your cock. If you manage to not come before I do, I’ll give you a treat.”

I was shivering with anticipation, trying so hard to be good, but he wasn’t moving yet, waiting to see if I’d tap out.

Not a chance.

To make it crystal clear how on-board I was, I leaned forward and gagged myself again.

“Very well…” he smiled wickedly. “Hold on tight, sweetheart.”

Knowing just how I liked it, Xander was merciless from the very first thrust, pounding into me so hard, I was surprised we didn’t crack the glass. Of course, he kept his hand planted behind my head, handling me with loving care even as he fucked my throat raw.

So perfect.

Maybe it was all my pent-up energy—or that I couldn’t stop fantasizing about it—but I boldly skimmed my fingers up his muscular thighs until I reached the curve of his ass. Glancing up, I found him watching me with one eyebrow cocked in amusement, as if daring me to try.

Taking that as permission, I continued on my path, placing one hand over Xander’s taut cheek and spreading him open. When he sharply inhaled, I ran my middle finger down his crack, moaning around his cock as I grazed the puckered skin, feeling him clench.

“I know what you’re thinking about, naughty boy,” Xander panted as he increased his pace, tightening his grip on my hair to the point of pain. “You want to stuff that thick, beautiful cock into my tight virgin hole, don’t you?”

Ah, fuck.

My plan had backfired. Now that exact scenario was all I could think about, and uncontrollable pressure built in my spine, my balls threatening to explode at any second…

Be good, be good, be good.

Desperate to make Xander come first, I pressed the pad of my finger against his hole, forcibly breaching his entrance until I was two knuckles deep.

“FuckingFUCK!”he bellowed, clearly caught by surprise, yanking his hips back so most of his load landed on my tongue.

My victory didn’t last long as he quickly withdrew and slapped a firm hand over my mouth, leaning down to harshly whisper in my ear.

“You wanted my cum that badly, huh, brat? I sure hope you can keep this slutty mouth shut, because I don’t want to see a drop until you’ve painted the wall. Now stand up, place your palms on the glass, and bend the fuck over. Anddon’tswallow.”

I hummed eagerly through my mouthful of cum, using my super speed to stand and get into position.

Xander chuckled and dropped to his knees behind me. “Such a slut for my tongue. So eager for me to eat your perfect ass…”

Absolutely.

Not giving me a moment to prepare, he wrenched my cheeks apart and punched his way into my hole with a forceful jab of his tongue.