**Trigger Warning: Matured Readers Only**

The silence in the car wasn’t empty, it was thick, sweltering, a chokehold of tension so tight it squeezed the air from her lungs. Every breath Sky took felt like she was inhaling him, and every time his fingers flexed around the steering wheel, she imagined them wrapped around her throat instead.

Her thighs pressed together hard, slickness already soaking through her panties, and all from nothing but his fucking presence. She couldn’t even look at the road. Couldn’t focus on the lights streaking past.

All she could see was his hands.

Those veins.

That fucking grip.

Her core throbbed at the thought of him pinning her wrists over her head, spreading her wide, his body pressing her down until she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, only take him.

She swallowed hard, but when she peeked at him, his sharp profile caught the glow of the passing lights, and it made her cunt clench around nothing. Xavier caught her staring.

“See something you like?” His voice was a low, taunting purr, sliding into her ear like a dirty secret.

Sky’s throat was too dry to swallow, but she forced a smirk, leaning into her usual attitude, but her voice wobbled, betraying her. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

His smirk was filthy, all dark promises and cocky satisfaction. “Angel, I don’t have to. You’ve been squeezing those thighs together for ten minutes. What’s the matter? Already aching for me?”

Her core pulsed violently, a soft gasp escaping her before she could stop it. She snapped her knees apart like it would hide how ruined she already was, but Xavier saw it. He fucking knew.

“You’ve been imagining my fingers in that sweet little pussy, haven’t you?” he growled, not even looking at her now, just driving like he didn’t just destroy her composure in two sentences.

Sky’s hand shot to her lap, gripping her own thigh so hard her nails left marks. “Confident, aren’t you?” she rasped, but her voice was pure wreckage.

“Not confidence, Angel. Certainty.” His hand dropped from the wheel, landing on her thigh, fingers splaying wide, heat bleeding through her skin like fire.

He squeezed , once, twice, then dragged his thumb just an inch closer to the wet, needy heat between her legs.

“Fuck,” she whispered, thighs spreading on instinct. “That’s my good girl,” he purred. “So fucking ready to be touched, aren’t you?

As soon as elevator doors slid shut, sealing them in, and the air thickened instantly, so heavy Sky could barely breathe. She leaned back against the mirrored wall, dress riding high, and Xavier’s eyes dragged over her exposed thighs, zero shame, no pretense.

“You’re quiet now,” she said, just to break the silence. “Only when I’m imagining how hard I’m gonna make you cum.” His voice was a slow drag of gravel and smoke, his knuckles grazing the hem of her dress, pushing it just an inch higher.

“Thinking about what?” she pushed, her pulse hammering in her throat.

He stepped closer, crowding her into the wall, his thigh sliding between hers, pressing right against her aching cunt through her soaked panties.

“Thinking about getting on my knees,” he growled, his breath scalding her ear. “And eating this pussy until you’re shaking so hard you can’t even stand.”

Sky whimpered, her hand flying to his chest, trying to push him back—but all she ended up doing was grabbing his shirt, pulling him closer instead.

“You’re so fucking easy to break,” Xavier whispered, dragging his knuckle right over the wet patch on her panties. Her hips jerked, grinding into him, the friction almost too much to take.

“Do you know how fucking good you smell, Angel?” His nose dragged along her neck, inhaling her like she was his first breath after drowning.

“Xavier…” she moaned, her thighs clenching around his leg.

He grabbed her wrist, dragging her own hand between her legs, pressing her fingers right into her soaked panties.

“Feel that?” he whispered against her lips. “That’s what you do to yourself just thinking about me.”

The moment they got to his apartment and the door slammed shut, Sky didn’t have a second to breathe before Xavier had her pinned against it, his body crowding hers, his hands already sliding up her thighs like he couldn’t wait one more second.

His mouth crashed down on hers, no teasing, no hesitation: just filthy, desperate possession, his tongue fucking into her mouth the way his cock was about to fuck her body.

Sky’s moan vibrated against his lips, her fingers clawing at his shirt, trying to yank it off while his hands shoved her dress up to her waist.

Her panties were already soaked—a slick, dripping mess from nothing but his filthy mouth and the sheer fucking presence of him.

Xavier’s fingers tore the delicate lace in half, the rip loud and obscene in the silence, leaving her bare and open for him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Angel,” he growled, fingers sliding through her wetness, spreading her open just to see how drenched she was for him. “You’re fucking dripping. You wanted Daddy’s cock that bad?”

Sky’s head slammed back against the door, a gasp ripping from her throat as his thumb found her clit, rubbing in lazy, devastating circles that made her thighs tremble.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her hips rolling into his touch, completely shameless now. “Please, Daddy fuck me.”

“Not yet,” Xavier snarled, dropping to his knees like a man starving for his last meal.

He hooked her thigh over his shoulder, spreading her wide, and before she could take a full breath, his tongue was on her, licking a broad, filthy stripe through her soaked folds.

Sky’s scream was immediate, her hands flying to his hair, fingers fisting hard as his tongue fucked into her, licking, sucking, devouring like he was possessed.

“Taste so fucking sweet,” Xavier groaned, spitting directly on her clit before licking it back up, making her jerk against the door.

“Oh my God—fuck—fuck, Xavier!” she cried, her thighs squeezing around his head, but he didn’t stop. He spread her wider, shoving two fingers inside her, curling them deep until he found that soft, spongy spot that made her see stars.

“There she is,” he purred, his fingers fucking her relentlessly as his tongue flicked her clit in quick, sharp strokes. “Cum for Daddy, Angel. Make a fucking mess on my face.”

Sky’s whole body arched off the door, her orgasm ripping through her, her walls clamping down so tight his fingers were trapped.

“That’s it,” Xavier muttered, “Good fucking girl. Give it all to me.”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t fucking stop, he kept licking her through it, making her ride every wave until she was shaking, overstimulated, begging for mercy.

“Too much! Xavier, please!”she gasped, trying to push his head back.

“No such thing,” he growled.

He stood, grabbing her throat, and kissed her again, making her taste herself on his tongue.

Her head was spinning, body already trembling, but Xavier wasn’t fucking done.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice like gravel and sin.

She obeyed instantly, palms flat against the door, ass pressed back toward him, her legs still shaking from the orgasm he’d torn from her.

Xavier stepped up behind her, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, the other sliding between her legs to spread her slick folds open.

“Look at this fucking pussy,” he rasped, dragging his cock through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

“So fucking wet for me, and I haven’t even given you my cock yet.”

Sky was panting, her forehead resting against the door. “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, “Please fuck me—fill me up—make me yours.”

“That’s my good girl,” Xavier growled.

He thrust in deep in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt, and Sky screamed, her body arching violently as he stretched her wide around his cock.

“Fuck,” Xavier hissed, head tipping back. “Tight little pussy, squeezing me so fucking good.”

He set a brutal pace immediately, no warm-up, no softness, just raw, desperate fucking, his hips slamming into her ass with skin-slapping force, each thrust driving her higher and higher.

“You like that, Angel?” he panted, fingers sliding into her hair, yanking her head back so her back arched deeper.

“Yes! yes! Fuck, Daddy, I love it!” she sobbed, slamming her hips back to meet every thrust.

His hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing fast and ruthless, and Sky lost her fucking mind.

“Gonna cum again already?” he taunted, “Pathetic little Angel can’t even last five minutes on my cock.”

“Please! please! please!”

Her body shattered, her orgasm hitting like a violent crash, her walls milking his cock so hard he almost lost control.

“Fuck—good girl—take it, take all of it,” Xavier snarled, thrusting even deeper, grinding into her so hard her knees almost gave out. But he wasn’t done.

He grabbed her hips, pulling out just long enough to flip her around, lifting her against the door, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed flat to the wood.

“I want to see your fucking face when I fill you up,” he growled, slamming into her again, and Sky’s scream broke into helpless, babbling moans.

“Xavier—fuck—Daddy—please, please, I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, Angel,” he demanded, fucking her through it, his thumb circling her clit again until she was convulsing in his arms, screaming loud enough to wake the whole fucking building.

“That’s it,” he groaned, “Squeeze Daddy’s cock, milk it like a good girl.” His thrusts grew erratic, his grip bruising her thighs as his cock slammed deep one last time, and he came hard, filling her up with every last drop.

They stood there, bodies shaking, breath ragged, sweat slicking their skin.

Xavier leaned in, biting her lower lip, his voice still dark and dangerous. “Hope you’re not tired, Angel.”

Sky blinked up at him, completely wrecked.

“Why?” she croaked.

He grinned. “Because I’m nowhere fucking near done with you.”