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Before I could finish my plea, Xavier covered my pussy with his mouth…

And it. Was. On.

Chapter Nine

Xavier

I recognized I was in serious trouble when Tillie came the second I touched her pussy with my mouth. Not only was I fighting out of my weight class with this woman, Tillie embraced my attention and welcomed my touch. In fact, she reveled in the way I ate her pussy and held none of her cries and screams back as she came on a hard, wet rush. Because, you know, no pressure or anything.

The taste of her flooded my mouth, sweet and musky, and I groaned against her sensitive flesh. Her thighs trembled around my head as she rode out her orgasm, her hips undulating over my mouth, her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me right where she wanted me. I kept my tongue moving, gentler now, easing her through the aftershocks. I would give this woman anything she wanted. Do anything she wanted. If it gave her this much pleasure, there was nothing I’d deny her. I’d eat her pussy until she either passed out or made me fuck her. Maybe if I gave her all the pleasure she could stand before I actually fucked her, she wouldn’t be disappointed if I didn’t last past the first couple strokes.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, her chest heaving. “Oh, my God!” Tillie screamed and screamed, her cries growing more and more hoarse.

“That’s it, baby,” I growled next to her clit, before flicking it a couple times with my tongue. “You come nice and hard for me. I want to drink you up.”

“Xavier!”

With a final scream, Tillie orgasmed again. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, wetting my hand and chin. Her sweet, slightly musky scent was like a homecoming. My reward for the extra months I’d stayed in prison. Knuckles was the only person who knew why I’d remained behind bars, and he’d thought I’d lost my Goddamned mind. And maybe he was right. I could have gotten out of prison and approached Tillie on the outside, but that hadn’t felt right at the time. My only regret was that I hadn’t gotten to her before she’d purchased the exact wrong piece of property. Because I knew in my soul Tillie had needed the time and separation as she got to know me. She needed to feel safe and in control. I was right, too. Tillie now knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I was hers. I just hoped like hell I could make her mine too.

I looked up at her from between her legs, unable to hold back my satisfied smile. Her face was flushed, her hair a wild tangle around her head, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful. Post-orgasm is a really good look for you.” I kissed the inside of her thigh.

Tillie reached for me, tugging at my shoulders. “Come here. Need to feel you.”

I crawled up her body, my jeans uncomfortably tight against my straining cock. When our mouths met, she moaned at the taste of herself on my lips, and the sound nearly undid me.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” she complained, her hands fumbling with my belt.

I chuckled against her neck. “Couldn’t agree more, baby.” I kissed her before finding her breast again, sucking the nipple and grazing the puckered flesh with my teeth. I was rewarded with her sharp cry.

I sat on my heels and worked at my belt with shaking hands. Tillie watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, her gaze following my every movement as I slid from the bed and stripped out of my jeans and boxers. Before dropping everything on the floor, I fished out one of the two condoms in my back pocket. When I was finally naked, her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of my hard cock.

She sat up slightly, resting on one arm as she reached out to me. With reverent fingers, she stroked my length before taking my cock in her hand and stroking a couple of times. Her eyes were glazed and dreamy, like she was mesmerized. Which wasn’t a small boost to my ego.

“Fuck, baby. Been too Goddamned long since anyone but me touched my cock.”

Her hand moved slowly, exploring, and I had to grit my teeth to maintain control. When she swiped her thumb over the head, collecting the bead of moisture there, I nearly lost my mind.

“Come back,” she said, a wicked gleam in her eye as she pulled gently at my cock to bring me to the bed.

“I’m in so much fuckin’ trouble,” I muttered as I covered her body with mine.

Her skin was like silk. Once I took care of a couple things I was going to keep her naked and in bed until I’d tasted every single inch of her at least three times. And her smile… was simply to God breathtaking.

“Only the best kind, I hope.”

“Oh yeah. The very best.”

I ripped open the condom and rolled it over my cock, stopping to grip the base and regain some semblance of control.

“I should probably at least raise an eyebrow that you’re prepared for this, but the truth is I’m just grateful because, yet again, you’re looking out for me when I didn’t look out for myself.”

“I ain’t had sex since I went to prison and I didn’t do drugs on the inside. I was careful, but there were a lot of fights and blood. I’d rather get tested to be sure before I take you bare.”

“How the fuck are you even real, Xave?” She looked equal parts amused, annoyed, and so fucking happy. “I’d say you’re too good to be true, but I know that’s wrong. You’re exactly what you appear and I’m not sure I would have ever believed any of this if I hadn’t come to see you every Saturday.”

I rested my weight on top of her, my arms on either side of her head. One curl lay over her forehead, threatening to fall into her eye so I reached up to gently brush it away. “Understand me, Tillie. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. To keep you safe, happy, and livin’ your fuckin’ best life. But that’s for you. I’m a killer.”

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