A Little Less Conversation A Little More Action - Charles Xavier

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by wolves_feast

by wolves_feast

A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby

Charles glared at you from across the room as you purposely flirted with Logan, who knew exactly what you were doing, but wouldn't dare say no to messing with Charles; when you put your hand on the infamous Wolverine's chest, Charles shook his head and strode over to you, he gripped your hips and lead you to the nearest empty wall.

"What's wrong, Charlie?" You smirked, pushing down your jeans and panties to allow him access.

"Flirting with another man," he growled, yanking your panties and jeans down further before sinking to his knees. "Would you like to know who you really belong to?"

"Yes, Sir," you bit down on your lip and pressed yourself against the wall as you waited for him to satisfy you. "Please, Sir."

Baby close your eyes and listen to the music
Drifting through a summer breeze
It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it
Come along with me and put your mind at ease

You closed your eyes and listened to the music that drifted throughout the mansion as Charles took your clit in his mouth and used his tongue to toy the bundle of nerves, flicking and teasing it as if his tongue were a summer breeze with a leaf.

"Oh, god, Sir," you moaned, putting your hand at the back of his head and bucking your hips, but he reached a hand up and put it on your waist to keep you still as his mouth put your mind at a somewhat dirty ease.

"Hush darling," he moaned around your clit, vibrations causing you to moan quietly. "Don't make a sound."

You bit down on your shirt's sleeve in order to stop yourself from moaning too loudly as Charles stopped his assault on your clit, and put his tongue to use on your dripping sex, running his tongue through the folds, savouring every morsel of your juices he could get.

"Satisfy me, Sir," you whimpered, disobeying him, which caused him to stop and looked up at you with a lustful glare.

"Close your mouth," he ordered, and you did what he said. "Good girl, darling, now, stay quiet."

Come on baby I'm tired of talking
Grab your coat and let's start walking
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Don't procrastinate, don't articulate
Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin' around

Charles inserted his tongue into your sex and eagerly lapped up your juices, every now and then, pulling out to flick your clit teasingly; you knew you weren't going to last much longer, especially when he moaned against the sensitive skin.

"Cum," he growled, the vibrations from his voice causing you to moan quietly. "Cum for me, now, darling." You couldn't hold it in, and as your orgasm washed over you, Charles eagerly put his mouth to your sex once again, his tongue licking any and all of your juices, your walls clenching around his tongue and your hips attempting to buck wildly against his hand, which kept you almost still.

Once you were finished, Charles stood up again and smirked at you, licking his lips in order to savour your taste.

"Did that satisfy you, darling?" He asked teasingly, helping you to compose yourself.

"Yes," you panted out hoarsely. "Thank you, Sir."