Sky’s back slammed against the chair as Xavier devoured her.
His tongue, f**k—his tongue was hot, hungry, moving in slow, devastating strokes over her clit, teasing, tasting, driving her insane.
Sky gasped, her fingers gripping his hair like a lifeline, but Xavier didn’t let up. If anything, the bastard was getting off on watching her lose herself.
He groaned against her p***y, the deep vibration shooting straight through her core. “Still so f*****g sweet, Angel.”
Sky choked on a whimper. Her thighs trembled, but Xavier’s hands were firm, gripping her hips, pinning her open, keeping her at his mercy like she had anywhere else to be except right here, coming apart on his tongue.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, slow, teasing, making her body shake.
“Xavier!”
He sucked.
Sky screa
