Chapter 92

“Now it’s your turn,” Xavier said, releasing himself from her and lifting her on the desk.

He stepped away from her and admired her body, from her bare chest to her skirt bunched over her waist and her mound underneath it that still had his cum dripping out of it.

“You have the hottest ‘just got fucked’ look,” he praised.

She spread her legs wider and smiled when his gaze fell to her core and remained there.

“Only you can make me look this way,” she said, running her hand softly over his cock that was still hard and pulsing, even though he had reached his orgasm just a few seconds ago.

He got closer and positioned himself between her legs without moving. He placed his lips directly on her ear and whispered,

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Charlotte bit her lip as a dozen fantasies she had thought up filled her head all at once.

“I want…” she began.

Her request was interrupted by a knock on the door. As if whoever was behind the door could somehow develop x-ray vision and