Angel's mouth closed around his dick, warm and hungry, and Xavier's hand slid into her hair as she took him deeper, her pace building like she had been waiting for this since the hover car. She didn't stop to talk, didn't let him talk either—she just kept going, intent on draining whatever strength he had left.
Angel didn't slow down. She held his cock at the base and took him deeper, her lips sliding down until her nose brushed his skin. Xavier felt her throat tighten around him, and she didn't give him a chance to adjust. She pulled back only halfway before sinking down again, faster this time, her tongue curling under him every time she moved.
He tightened his grip on her hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to guide her. She liked that. He felt her moan around him, the vibration running all the way up his spine. She bobbed her head with a steady, greedy rhythm, saliva dripping down her chin as she pulled him in over and over.
"You really came in here starving," he said.
