ARIA'S POV While he kissed me, I felt his hand slide between us, stroking himself, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. And then he slid into me, inch by inch, and I gasped at the feeling of him: how good it felt, how full I felt, how perfectly he stretched me open.“Xavier,” I moaned, my nails digging into his back. “Oh, Xavier, you feel so good.”“So do you, my little Aria.” he whispered, his forehead pressed against mine. “You feel so perfect, so good I never want to be anywhere else but inside you.”He began to move, his hips rocking against mine in a rhythm that was slow and deep, each thrust reaching places inside me that no one else had ever touched. He placed kisses on my cheeks, my forehead, the tip of my nose, whispering sweet words against my skin.“You're so beautiful like this,” he murmured. “So sweet. So perfect for me. You feel incredible wrapped around my cock, baby. So tight and wet and warm. I could stay inside you forever.”“More,” was all I begged fo
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