Angel was still ssy, spit running down her chin, but sothing was changing. Each bob down was smoother, her lips tighter, her tongue dragging more deliberately along the underside. She’d choke and cough, but then she’d try again, determination burning behind her glassy eyes.
Xavier’s smirk twitched, his patience thinning. The wet sounds, her flushed face, her sloppy eagerness—it all stirred him deeper than he thought it would. His hand tightened in her hair without even thinking, holding her there for a beat as she gagged around him.
Angel’s eyes widened, a muffled protest bubbling in her throat, but Xavier growled low, leaning over her.
"Relax your throat... I’ll show you how it’s done."
He pulled her back just enough for her to catch a wet gasp of air, then pushed her down again, steady but firm. She choked, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, but her hands gripped his thighs instead of shoving him away. The sound of her ssy sucking grew louder, wetter, as he started setting the pace himself, guiding her head up and down.
"Fuck... now you’re learning," Xavier muttered through clenched teeth, watching her drool all over his cock, her ssy devotion making heat coil in his gut.
Angel’s pride sparked even through her struggle. She clung to him, letting him use her mouth, but she started moving with his rhythm, trying to match him, trying to prove she wasn’t just a novice—she was his.
Angel gagged as Xavier’s hand locked tighter in her hair and his hips snapped forward with no rcy. Each thrust was rougher than the last, his cock burying deep in her throat until she was choking and drooling, her eyeliner smudging, her pretty face turning into a wreck under him.
Her gagging sounds filled the room, spit spilling down her chin, strings of it connecting from her lips back to his shaft when he pulled out for just a second before slamming right back in. Angel’s nails clawed at his thighs, but she didn’t stop—she took it, ssy and sloppy, her throat working desperately to keep up with his rhythm.
Xavier growled low, his body tightening as he drove into her face one last ti. His cock twitched and then he yanked out with a grunt, the first hot ropes of cum splattering across her cheek and lashes, painting her face in streaks of white. Angel gasped for air, chest heaving, but he wasn’t done.
"Open your mouth," he ordered, voice harsh, almost feral. She obeyed, lips parting, tongue pushing out obediently. Xavier stroked himself once and shoved his tip back over her mouth, and then he emptied the rest of his load right onto her waiting tongue. The thick streams puffed out her cheeks as he kept filling her, his balls tightening until he was drained completely.
He tilted her chin up, watching the obscene picture—Angel’s face covered in streaks, her mouth stuffed, her tongue weighed down with his cum. "Swallow it," he told her, eyes burning into hers.
Angel gulped, throat working as she forced it down, one swallow, then another, until her tongue was bare again and her lips shiny with the ss. She looked ruined, but eager, staring up at him with her mouth still open to prove it was gone.
"You did good," Xavier muttered, running his thumb over her spit-and-cum stained lips, smirking at the sight of her wrecked face.
Angel sat back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, still catching her breath. Her face was a ss—cum streaked, lips glistening, eyes glassy—but she wore this dazed little grin like she didn’t even care how ruined she looked.
Xavier zipped up lazily, his smirk sharp as ever. "That’s enough for now," he said, tone cool, decisive.
Angel blinked, confused. "Enough? That’s it?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Relax. That was just the first stage."
Her brow furrowed. "First stage?"
"Yeah," Xavier leaned down, brushing a thumb along her jaw, making her look up at him. "Think of it like... five percent of sex. Barely a warm-up."
Angel’s lips parted a little, still red and swollen. "So... you didn’t really..." She hesitated, biting her lip. "Did it feel good at least?"
Xavier’s grin widened, cocky and cruel. He tapped her stomach lightly with two fingers. "The proof’s sitting right in there right now. What do you think?"
Her cheeks flushed hotter at that, and she glanced away, embarrassed but smiling.
"We’ll keep the rest for later," Xavier went on, straightening up. "When the ti’s right. When you’re ready."
There was a beat of silence before Angel asked softly, "Then... what are we now? You and ?"
Xavier tilted his head, looking at her with that sa unreadable smirk. "However you want it to be."
Angel’s chest tightened at those words, caught between excitent and confusion, her mind spinning at the open-ended promise hanging between them.
Angel’s flushed face shifted, her lips tightening. She tilted her head, staring at him like she was trying to read him.
"Then... when will we... do it again?" she asked, voice low, hesitant.
Xavier shrugged, maddeningly casual. "Whenever you want."
Her eyes widened, then narrowed. "There it is again," she muttered, irritation sparking in her tone. "Why do you keep saying that?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Saying what?"
"That it’s whenever I want. That it’s however I want. That I have to decide." Angel’s voice cracked with frustration, her fists clenching at her sides. "Do you even want this, Xavier? Do you even want ? Or are you just sitting back, waiting for to do everything?"
Xavier’s smirk faltered, his eyes sharpening. "That’s not what I’m doing."
"It feels like it," Angel shot back, hurt bleeding into her voice. "You tease , you challenge , you make do things I never thought I’d do... but then you pull away like it’s nothing. Like it doesn’t matter to you."
Xavier leaned closer. "You think it doesn’t matter?" His hand cupped her chin, forcing her to et his gaze. "After what you just did for ? After how you looked at while choking on my cock? You really think I don’t want you?"
Angel’s breath caught, her defiance faltering for a mont under the weight of his stare.
But still, she whispered, "Then why don’t you just take ? Why are you holding back?"
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