3. Xander

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"Don't tell me you're done already, Mel." Melissa stares at me wide-eyed, "I'm not done with you yet."

She giggles as I move forward, unbuttoning my jeans, memorizing her curves. She is absolutely breathtaking, and I can't stop my eyes from devouring her.

I watch the way her curves shift with each trembling twitch of her body. Her green eyes wide and glazed, her lips slightly parted as she pants from her first orgasm. Her blonde locks are now slightly disheveled, framing her face perfectly. She looks at me with a mixture of lust and desire.

I pull out my erect dick, she lifts her eyes and fixes me with a surprised gasp. I am not small by any means, but she was made for me. I knew it the minute her pussy swallowed my finger as if it was meant to be there. My cock bobs in front of her dripping with pre-cum and she licks her swollen lips in fear and excitement.

"Oh my god, Xander," Melissa whispers softly, her voice trembling. She goes to reach for my cock, but I shake my head no and she stops.

"Next time baby." I stroke myself leisurely, watching her watch my movements. She squeezes her thighs closer together, creating her own friction, and I catch her right knee. I look right at her as I slowly open her legs up again. "Fuck, Mel, you're dripping."

Melissa blushes, wiggling closer to me and lifting her pelvis up to me like an offering. I position myself between her legs, and she spreads wide to welcome me.

She closes her eyes as my cock brushes her entrance, whispering, "Xander? Is it going to hurt?"

I look at her twisted face and pinch her chin forcing her to look at me, "No, we will go slow. I will never let anyone hurt you again, Sole. Not with me here." Not when you're mine.

I lower myself over her, our eyes lock as I slide into her wet heat and her palm rests on my chest. The tightness of her, and the breathless moans from my size. I move deeper, feeling her velvet barrier give way.

She catches her breath, not realizing she isn't breathing anymore. "Sole, breathe."

Her emerald eyes lock with mine, and push a strand behind her ear, whispering, "You're mine, Melissa. All mine." Her breath hitches as I push past and claim her. I fill her slowly, allowing for her to adjust to me, she writhes and moans uncontrollably.

Her fingers dig in slightly. "Fuck Mel, you like marking me so every other woman knows you were there?"

She moans softly, nodding her head. "I want you deeper, Xander."

I drive in. "Fuck Mel, you're so tight." I grip her hips, keeping her in place and lean over kissing her lightly. She moans into my mouth, and against her lips I whisper, "Good girl, Mel. You're taking me so well." My breath hitches as her walls grip me tighter.

Her hands move from my chest to my back. I pull out almost all the way and slam back into her. Mel's breath hitches. Her eyes roll as her nails dig into my back, "Oh my god, there. Right there…"

Fuck I knew there was a reason I was obsessed with this girl. I oblige, thrusting deeper, harder, matching her ragged breaths and moans. I can feel her wetness coating me, our bodies slick as her hips buck wildly beneath me, her cries filling the room. "Please don't stop."

She grips the hair at the nape of my neck. My grip on her hips tightens, as our hips begin to move in sync, and her moans cascade over my ears. She feels so good, too good, but it's when she stares at me wide-eyed, biting her lip that I start to really drive into her.

My thrusts become more feverish, matching the intensity of her cries. She starts to tremble under me, her fingers digging into my back as I pound into her. Her walls tighten around me, milking me dry.

"Oh fuck, Xander," she sighs, her voice strained. "I'm going to?—"

"Cum for me, Sole."

Her release pushes me over the edge, and I let out a grunt as I release myself inside her. Our bodies collapse against each other, gasping for air as we come down. I lay my weight on her, my mouth finding hers. I kiss her softly, tasting her sweetness.

She whimpers against my lips, gripping my arms tightly as I slowly pull out. I watch as she twists underneath me, hiding herself, a small red spot peaking underneath her twisted thighs.

A cheshire grin spreads across my face. "Don't hide from me, Sole. Show me what's mine."

Melissa opens up for me again, and I lean down and kiss the space between her breasts before laying on my back. She crawls into me, and I close my eyes while rubbing her scalp.

She draws small circles on my chest that lull me to sleep. "Xander?"

"Hmm?" I say, half-asleep.

"What does il mio piccolo sole mean?" I open my eyes not realizing she'd remember me calling her that after our first kiss. I can feel her gaze burning into my skin as I sigh.

"Aren't you Italian? Shouldn't you know?" I laugh.

"Well, I grew up in prep school in the US, so I know as much Italian as a first grader." She smiles, sticking her tongue out at me.

"The whole phrase means ‘my little sunshine,' but sole just means sunshine." I kiss her forehead lightly, not needing to look at her to know she has a goofy smile on her face.

"You call me your little sunshine? Why?"

The joy is evident in her tone, but I don't know why I call her sunshine, maybe it's her blonde hair, how I've never seen her frown, or maybe when I am around her, I want to be happy and normal with a picket fence and 2.5 kids.

"I call you that because, even like the sun, you need to go to sleep." I close my eyes again and she huffs trying to sit up, but I pull her against my side, intertwining her legs with mine.

"Xander, tell me." I fake starting to snore, and she sighs, letting it go.

I wake up at the crack of dawn. Melissa is still naked next to me, and I realize that's the best sleep I've had in years. I lean up to look at her peaceful frame as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Careful not to wake Melissa, I slide out of bed and tiptoe across the room, quickly dressing in silence before making my way to the door. As I turn the handle, Melissa shifts in her sleep onto her stomach. Her round, perfect ass in the air.

As I make my way down the hallway, trying not to make a sound, my eyes catch sight of a vase of red roses placed on a small table. The vibrant petals seemed to glow in the early morning light filtering through the window, just as Melissa did in the moonlight.

I tenderly pick one of the flowers out of the vase and turn back towards Melissa's room. I don't know why but the thought of Mel waking up to nothing makes my stomach sick. I tiptoe back into Melissa's room gently placing the red rose on Melissa's bedside table.

She is now curled over on her side. I pull her lavender blanket over her naked body. I don't want anyone else to see her like this, vulnerable and freshly fucked.

I should be the only one to see her like this. I should be the only one to fuck her so good she sleeps into the next afternoon.

I place a lingering kiss on her forehead. When her nose twitches and a small smile of peace spreads on her lips, I realize why I call her sunshine, how much she has ruined me for other women, and how even if she doesn't know it, she is mine, and I'll make sure she knows this soon enough.