First Intergalactic Emperor: Starting With The Ancient Goddess

Xavier's smirk sharpened as he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that threaded heat into the space between them. "Fine. You want to prove me wrong? Then do it. Get on your knees and suck my cock."

Angel's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. Her cheeks burned crimson, and for a moment it looked like she'd bolt, like the weight of his words had crushed the fragile wall she built around her pride. But then something flickered in her gaze filled with stubbornness, defiance, and maybe even that reckless streak she always tried to bury.

She clenched her fists at her sides, forcing herself to look straight at him. "You think I won't?" she whispered, her voice trembling but fierce.

Xavier raised a brow, his smirk daring her, almost amused. "I think you're all talk."

Angel's chest rose and fell as she drew a shaky breath. Then, in one sudden move, she shifted forward, slipping off the bed to her knees. Her hands trembled as she reached for his waistband, her pride and embarrassment warring across her face—but she didn't stop. Her lips pressed together tight, determined, even as her fingers tugged at the fabric, exposing the proof of his earlier words, long and hard cock before her.

Her blush deepened as she glanced up at him, eyes half-angry, half-challenging. "Don't… don't you dare laugh," she muttered, voice cracking.

And then, with a sharp breath, Angel leaned closer, her lips brushing dangerously close as if sealing her own dare.

Angel's hand trembled as she finally wrapped her fingers around him, the heat and weight making her flinch. "I-It's… so hot…" she muttered under her breath, not realizing she'd spoken aloud. Her face flushed deeper as she tried to steady her grip, her palm sliding along his cock in a hesitant, almost curious way, like she was testing the reality of it.

Angel froze for a second, her hand trembling as she actually wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was hot, thick, pulsing in her grip—so much bigger than she thought it would feel. Her breath caught, face burning red as she squeezed it without even meaning to.

Xavier leaned back, watching every little twitch of hers with a smirk.

"See? You can't even hold it without blushing like crazy."

Angel bit her lip, refusing to look up at him. She shifted her grip, slowly running her hand down his shaft, and the sheer weight of it made her arm tense. Her chest rose and fell faster, her heart slamming against her ribs.

She shot him a glare, but it faltered quickly when her eyes flicked down again. After a shaky breath, she leaned closer, her nose brushing along the side as if she couldn't help but inhale his scent. The musky heat made her pulse quicken, her thighs pressing together as her body betrayed her fluster.

Xavier tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "Smelling it now? Cute…"

Angel swallowed hard, glaring up at him through her lashes. "Shut up," she whispered, before forcing herself to go further. Her thighs pressed together hard. She hated how much it stirred her.

She brought her lips to the very tip, tongue darting out nervously to give the lightest lick. The taste hit her tongue—strange, salty, overwhelming—and she jerked back for a second, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, cheeks burning like fire.

Xavier laughed softly, leaning forward just enough for his words to brush her ear. "One lick and you're already falling apart. What happens when you actually put it in your mouth?"

Angel's hand tightened as if she was scared he'd pull away first. Her lips hovered over the swollen tip, breath hot against him. She gave another slow lick, longer this time, dragging her tongue from the base to the head. Her chest heaved as she pulled back, strings of spit already clinging to him.

Xavier groaned, a smug curl tugging at his lips.

"Look at you… shaking like hell but still going for it."

Xavier was purposely commenting to push her since he knew she wouldn't do it otherwise.

She kissed the tip, soft at first, then again, a little harder, leaving faint wet marks. Her face was burning, but her hand kept stroking, awkward and uneven, slicking him with her spit as if she was testing every motion.

Her lips parted. She leaned in again and this time pushed him past them, the head sliding onto her tongue. Her eyes went wide at the weight of it in her mouth, but she didn't pull back. She gagged once, coughed, then dove back in sloppy and eager, drool already dripping down her chin.

Xavier rested a hand on her head, not pushing, just steadying her. "Fuck…"

Angel hummed around his cock, cheeks hollowing clumsily as she sucked. Saliva pooled and ran down her hand, mixing with the spit she smeared along his shaft. She gagged again when she tried to go deeper but didn't stop, eyes squeezing shut, lashes wet as she bobbed up and down, sloppy and desperate to prove herself.

Angel wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breath ragged, strands of spit clinging between her lips and his cock. Her pride was burning through her embarrassment, but she wasn't going to stop now.

She leaned down again, this time taking him deeper than before. She gagged, eyes watering, but she forced herself to stay a second longer before pulling back with a wet pop. Her hand pumped awkwardly at his base, smearing spit along the length as her tongue worked clumsily over the head, sucking louder now, sloppy but a little more controlled.

Xavier's jaw flexed, watching her determination.

"Not bad… starting to get the hang of it."

Her face flushed even harder, as if the praise itself pushed her further. She bobbed again, finding a rhythm—messy but faster, sucking harder with each drop of spit that coated him. Her nose brushed his lower stomach once, too far, and she gagged hard, coughing as drool spilled onto her chest. But instead of stopping, she laughed breathlessly and went back down, lips wrapping tighter this time.

Xavier smirked down at her, hand resting heavy in her hair.

"Cute little mess… you're really trying to prove me wrong, huh?"

Angel answered only with a muffled hum, cheeks hollowing deeper as she pulled back and pushed in again, her inexperience slowly twisting into raw eagerness, each sloppy sound echoing in the suite.