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Chapter 90
~Jade’s POV~
That snapped sothing in Xander.
He withdrew his fingers so suddenly I cried out at the loss, but then he was yanking my leggings and panties down in one rough motion, just far enough to bare .
Cool air hit my soaked skin, and I shivered—then moaned brokenly when I heard the tallic rasp of his zipper coming down.
He didn’t bother undressing further. He simply freed himself, his thick cock already leaking against my inner thigh, and hooked one of my legs over his hip.
The head of his cock nudged my entrance once, twice, teasingly, then he slamd ho in a single, punishing thrust.
I bit down on my lower lip to stop myself from screaming so loudly. Xander stilled for one heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting feel every thick inch of him splitting open as he groaned out.
Then he started moving, thrusting fast, deep, and unforgivingly. Each snap of his hips drove him impossibly deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin obscene in the darkness.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," he groaned, forehead dropping to mine. His breath ca in harsh pants against my lips. "Made for . Only ."
I couldn’t form words anymore. All I could do was cling to him—nails raking down his back, legs locked around his waist—as he fucked against the wall like he was trying to imprint himself into my soul.
My breasts bounced with every brutal thrust, nipples still aching from earlier, rubbing against the damp fabric of my sports bra in a way that sent fresh sparks straight to my clit.
Xander shifted his angle just slightly and hit that spot again. My whole body seized. "There... right there, Xander d-don’t stop—"
He didn’t. He pounded into harder, faster, the hand not gripping my thigh sliding between us to rub frantic circles over my swollen clit.
"Cum for , kitten," he ordered in a deep velvety tone. "Cum all over my cock. Let feel you."
The command tipped over.
The orgasm hit like a freight train—shattering, blinding, endless. I kissed him, screaming all of my need into his mouth as my walls clamped down around him, pulsing and fluttering, milking him with desperate greed.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through until my vision whited out and my legs shook so badly I would’ve collapsed if he wasn’t holding up.
Xander’s hips slowed as the last tremors of my orgasm rippled through both of us.
He stayed buried inside for a few more long, lazy thrusts, drawing out the aftershocks until I was whimpering softly against his mouth. Then, without warning, he pulled out completely.
The sudden emptiness made gasp, a sharp, needy whine escaping before I could stop it. My body clenched around nothing, already aching for him again. "Xander—"
"Shh," he murmured in a rather low, rough voice, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Not done with you yet, kitten."
His hands were firm on my hips as he spun around in one smooth motion. My palms slapped against the cold concrete wall for balance, cheek pressed to the rough surface.
The darkness made everything feel sharper, every brush of his fingers, every puff of his hot breath on the back of my neck.
He kicked my feet wider apart with his own, then gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge between my folds again, teasing my oversensitive entrance.
"Arch for ," he ordered quietly.
I did, pushing my ass back toward him without hesitation, offering myself completely. The needy sound that left my throat was almost embarrassing.
I never thought I’d be fucking my Professor in school but here I was in the training room, legs spread apart and core aching painfully for his cock.
Xander didn’t make wait.
He thrust back inside in one long, deliberate slide—deeper this ti, so deep I felt him in places I hadn’t before.
My breath punched out of in a broken moan. The new angle had him hitting spots that made my toes curl inside my sneakers, my knees threatening to give out all over again.
"Arrh, yes—" I gasped, forehead dropping forward against the wall.
Xander didn’t give ti to adjust. His strokes ca hard and punishing, each one driving him to the hilt before he pulled almost all the way out and slamd back in.
The wet, filthy sound of him claiming echoed louder in the empty hall now, mingling with my helpless cries and his low, animalistic growls.
Large hands slid up under my sports tank top from behind. He shoved the fabric up roughly until it bunched beneath my armpits, then yanked my sports bra up with it.
My breasts spilled free into the cool air, nipples already tight and aching. Xander cupped them imdiately, palming the heavy weight as he kept pounding into from behind.
"These are mine too," he rasped against my shoulder, teeth grazing the skin there. His thumbs flicked over my nipples once, sharp, an little strokes, before he pinched them between his fingers and rolled them hard.
I cried out, my back bowing, pushing my chest further into his rough grip even as my hips rocked back to et every brutal thrust.
"Say it," he demanded, twisting my nipples just enough to send a fresh jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my core.
"Yours, they... they’re yours, Xander. Yours..." The words ca out fractured.
He rewarded by slamming in harder, deeper, the force of it jolting up onto my toes.
One hand stayed on my breast, kneading and tugging, while the other slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit again. He rubbed fast, tight circles that matched the punishing rhythm of his hips.
My body was spiraling toward another edge already, but I couldn’t stop it.
Every thrust shoved closer, every pinch and pull on my nipples wound tighter, every filthy word he growled into my ear pushed higher.
"You feel that?" Xander panted, his voice wrecked. "How deep I am? No one else gets this. No one else gets you dripping and shaking and screaming his na like this, not even my brothers."
I could only whimper in answer, nodding frantically against the wall. My nails scraped uselessly at the concrete as the pressure built and built until it felt like I might shatter apart.
"Give it to again," he commanded, pinching my nipple sharply at the sa ti he pressed down hard on my clit. "Cum on my cock one more ti, Jade. Now."
That was all it took.
The second orgasm ripped through even harder than the first, leaving sobbing his na into the dark.
My walls spasd around him in frantic pulses, trying to pull him deeper, hold him there.
My legs shook so badly that Xander had to wrap an arm around my waist to keep from sliding down the wall.
Xander groaned, thrusts turning erratic as my release dragged him under with .
Xander’s hips shook, burying himself as deep as possible while he ca hard inside , hot pulses filling until I could feel it leaking out around him, marking from the inside out.
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