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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.”

“Fully aware of that, Xave. I was there.”

“That bastard was a clean kill because I let my temper get the better of me. I’m fully willing and capable of carrying out the grisliest torture and death you can imagine, then coming home to you and sleeping like a baby. I’m a monster. But I’m your monster.”

She reached up and stroked my beard, threading her fingers through the crisp strands. “It feels good to have the monster on my side for once.”

Yep. I was done. With a defeated groan, I kissed her again. I guided my cock to her entrance before covering her fully and sinking in one slow inch at a time.

Tillie gasped beneath me, her eyes fluttering closed and her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely.

She was so tight, so perfect around me I had to pause, breathing hard against her neck to keep from losing control entirely.

I stilled, giving her time to adjust, my forehead pressed against hers as we both breathed heavily.

“You okay?” I managed to rasp out, though speaking was nearly impossible with how good she felt wrapped around my cock.

Her legs came up to my waist, pulling me deeper. “More than okay,” she whispered. “You feel… God, Xavier! You feel incredible.”

I started to move then, slow and careful at first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.

But there was only pleasure there, her lips parted as soft moans escaped with each thrust. Her nails dug into my shoulders with sharp little stings, and I knew I was going to wear those marks like badges of honor.

“Faster,” she pleaded, her hips rising to meet mine. “Please, I need more.”

I obliged, picking up the pace, driving into her with steady strokes that had her crying out. The sound of my name on her lips was better than any drug, and I found myself chasing that high, wanting to hear it again and again.

“So Goddamned fuckin’ perfect.” I breathed my words against her neck before latching on and sucking gently, leaving my mark on her for all to see.

I growled low in my throat as she tightened around me, her inner walls gripping my cock like a silken vise. My rhythm faltered as I fought for control, determined to make this last.

“That’s it,” I encouraged as her body arched beneath mine. “Take what you need, baby. Do it now!”

She moved with me now, finding our rhythm, her hips rising to meet each thrust, clutching at my back and shoulders.

“Xavier,” she gasped, her voice breaking.

I slipped a hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb. The moment I touched her there, she cried out, her body going rigid beneath me.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly. “Want to see your eyes when you come.”

Her gaze locked with mine, vulnerable and trusting in a way that made my chest ache.

As I circled her clit, her eyes widened, and I watched as pleasure overtook her.

Her pupils dilated, her lips parted on a silent scream, and then she was convulsing around me, her pussy clenching around me and I knew that was it.

I came as Tillie’s pussy squeezed and milked my cock, demanding I put my cum inside her despite the condom.

Tillie didn’t look away from me. She kept her gaze focused on mine just like I’d told her.

The connection between us was electric, raw and primal, yet somehow more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced.

And it wasn’t just this one time. In my heart, I’d known the night I killed her husband she was the woman for me.

Sex with her only reinforced the notion.

For several long moments, we lay tangled together, our breathing gradually slowing, our bodies still connected. I pressed soft kisses to her neck, her cheek, her forehead, unable to stop touching her now that I finally could.

“I can’t believe you stayed in prison for me,” Tillie whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

I carefully rolled to my side, taking her with me so we remained face to face. “Best decision I ever made. Got to know you. The real you.”

“But all those months…” Her voice trailed off, and I could see her struggling to comprehend the sacrifice.

“Worth every second,” I said firmly. “I’d do it again if it meant it got me to where I’m at right now.

” When she opened her mouth, I leaned in to kiss her before continuing.

“I don’t mean sex either, baby. Though…” I grinned down at her as I brushed a strand of hair clinging to her cheek.

“I’m definitely glad I got there too. But I mean where we are in our relationship with each other.

I think, even without the sex, we built a good foundation, becoming friends first.”

Tillie’s eyes filled with tears, but they were different from before. These were the kind that came from something good, something overwhelming in the best possible way.

I couldn’t help kissing away the offending moisture before finding her mouth with mine for another lingering kiss.

There was nothing I wanted more than to lie here and hold her until she came down softly, but I had to get cleaned up.

“I should probably get rid of this,” I said, gesturing to the condom.

“Be right back.” I stood but stopped and turned back to her.

“Don’t go anywhere. Understand?” I tried to put a stern note in my voice, but Tillie grinned at me.

“Afraid I’ll leave without saying goodbye?”

“Yes.” I gave her a solemn look, then frowned. “I don’t like that thought.” Absently, I rubbed the center of my chest before turning back to the bathroom.

As I shut the door, I heard Tillie speak to me softly. “As long as you want me, Xavier, I’ll never leave you. Especially without saying goodbye.”

I grinned at her, but I was disturbed at the instant relief. Yeah. This whole finding my woman thing had more twists and turns than I ever expected. Especially where my emotions were concerned. The need to keep her close, to protect her from everything, was overriding everything in my life.

Knuckles knew how much she meant to me. It was why he’d moved heaven and earth to give me what I wanted when I insisted on staying in prison, and when I needed to get the fuck out.

I had no idea how he did it, but I called him in a fucking panic and he made it happen.

I figured the Miles family had something to do with it.

Knuckles had allied us with that family for them to use us as paid muscle.

Normally, that kind of move would have been a hard pass for me, but I knew the kind of man Knuckles was.

I trusted him with my life. More importantly, I trusted him with Tillie’s life.

If he took the job, then he was satisfied the Miles’ weren’t going to have them hurt innocents.

Now, if they needed me to bust a bunch of drug dealers’ balls, I was down with that.

I cleaned up, then looked at myself in the mirror.

There was no denying Tillie was too good for me.

I accepted I was fighting out of my weight class with this woman.

She was definitely too good to be with an ex-con.

But, as I studied myself, I made a vow. Tillie was going to be happy.

She was going to be and feel safe. She was going to have the best life I could possibly give her.

Anyone who went against that plan was going to meet my wrath.