Xavier FINAL(43)

     I came screaming and he followed. His cock throbbed and shot hot streams of cum inside me. I’d never felt so damn good yet so sore in my entire life.

     He held me against the wall panting into my neck.

     “Fuck Irish that was amazing. So fucking good.”

     He lifted me and laid me on the bed. He kissed me and smiled.

     “I love that you’re on the pill.”

     “How do you know that?”

     “I packed your bags.”

     “Oh God Xavier. What if he, oh God. What if I. What if you gave me--.”

     “I wear a condom every damn time Irish. You’ll catch nothing from me.”

     “Well what if. What if he didn’t with--.”

     “I’m sure a dick like that wouldn’t chance it.” He kissed me.

     I tried to smile but deep inside I was worried about him, about me, about us.

     He came over and knelt between my legs and began to spread them. I clenched my knees.

     “I can’t take anymore right now.”

     “I know. I’m gonna clean you.”

     I nearly cried at the way he said it. His words were tender and so was his touch.

     The way he looked at me seemed different too.





Chapter 11



     Totally Fucked- X



     I looked in the mirror trying to see whatever it was that had just changed inside of me. I had eaten a girl’s pussy for six repeats of a song without expecting the same in return. I had a conversation during sex. Not just ‘Suck my cock’ or ‘I’m gonna come all over your tits’ I was actually trying to be nice? I mean, I wasn’t a dick but I certainly didn’t try to make a chick come before my dick was in her, unless of course she’d worked for it first. I had made a playlist intending on fucking her to it. Add to that the fact that it was mind blowing and not just fucking. I mean I was praising that pussy. I didn’t praise pussy, pussy praised me. Top that off with the fact that I just washed a chick’s vag. What the fuck was that about?

     Taelyn Patrick, aka Irish, that’s what that was about. She’d gotten in, so fucking deep, I should have been shaking in my boots but I wasn’t. My plan was to wait a week at least after her break up but that shit didn’t happen. No way could it have. I had slept with her last night without copping a feel. Today I was kissing her and she started it. I was gentle. Her fucking lip was cut and I was feeling all like I need to take care of that shit and she was all letting me. I know how fucked up it sounds but honest to God I couldn’t wait till she got a scratch or stung by a bee so I could tend to her wounds again. When I was buried inside her, I needed to pound it into her that she was mine. Pretty sure I got my point across.

     I never did enjoy kissing. Swapping spit was kind of fucked up. I mean as a form of foreplay it was cool but I kissed this girl. Kissing her was insane. As soon as she woke up I needed to do it for real just to be sure I wasn’t just feeling all ‘I man, you woman’ and shit. I licked her mouth like I wanted to her pussy and I sucked her lips hoping to leave a sting to them so she wouldn’t forget. Fucking insane how good it felt to do that.

     Then I pissed her off cause I was feeling all ‘I man, you woman’ and shit. Then I let her have space. That was one hell of an inner struggle. One that I won’t fight ever again.

     I had to plan my next move. Cause there will be a next but I can assure you she’ll be pissed at me for a while. Cause like it or not, I am man and she is woman. She needed to know that wasn’t ever gonna change.

     I walked out into the bedroom and found her lying flat on her back staring off into space.

     “Hungry?” I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed.

     “Not really.” She sounded nervous.

     “You need to eat.”

     “Xavier?”

     “What’s up?”

     “Is it like that all the time?”

     “I fucking hope so.”

     She smiled. “Is that how it is normally for you?”

     “You’re different so no; it’s not normally how it is for me.”