“I’m always wet for you,” I admitted in between pants.
Those words spurned an even more vigorous reaction. His hands tightened on my ass, and he pushed my legs further apart with his knee, exposing me more to him and allowing him to sink even deeper into me. I swear by then, in that position, he was touching my womb. The feeling of being so full was bordering on painful, but I couldn’t get enough of it. Ofhiminside me.
“You feel so gooood,” I moaned.
He angled his hips so he was hitting my G-spot again and my arms began to shake. I felt our combined juices begin to drip down my thigh. The pressure in my core built.
“Show me how good I make you feel. Come on my dick.”
I arched my back, and he moved his hands up, digging his thumbs into the lower part of my back.
“Come on my dick!” He urged again, at the same time he hit the small bundle of nerves inside me.
I dipped my head and began pounding the back of the couch with my fist as my body released. The pressure in my core turned to pure ecstasy that spread throughout the rest of my body. My toes curled and flexed as the titillation flowed through my body. In the distance, I heard Xavier’s grunts, then felt his semen releasing inside of me. We came together, pushing and pulling, taking what we needed from each other’s bodies until the very last vestiges of our mutual orgasms drained from us.
I slumped over the back of the couch, unable to even support myself. Xavier’s hard, heavy frame pressed against my back, curling around me. I felt his warm, soft lips kiss the back of my right shoulder, and my eyes blurred from tears. I don’t know how long we remained like that, but eventually, he stood and finally pulled out of me. When he did, I instantly felt the running of our mixed juices down my legs.
“Let’s go upstairs,” his deep voice urged.
“You didn’t pull out,” I reminded him, as I stood and turned to face him.
He gave me an unbothered look before turning to pick up our discarded clothes off the floor.
“Next time,” he responded, pulling me into him by the waist and kissing my lips. “Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand, leading us completely nude up to his bedroom.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Xavier
I hated to take this trek to the twentieth floor of this office building, but this was a long overdue conversation that needed to happen. I’d just completed my workout with Jason and told him what my plans were. After we had cleared the air, I knew I needed to speak with his and Chanel’s father. So now, here I was, breezing through the glass doors of the outer offices of the law firm ofCombs & Combs.
“How can I help you, sir?” the perky receptionist asked as I came inches away from her desk. She must’ve been new, as I’d never seen her before. I’d been in this office plenty of times.
“I’m here to meet with Elliott. Just tell him Xavier’s here to see him.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
I raised an eyebrow. “He’ll know what this is about,” I answered. She must’ve picked up on my tone, because instead of further questioning me, she picked up the phone.
“Mr. Combs, there’s an Xavier…I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your last name.” She looked to me, covering the bottom of the phone with her free hand. “Wha—? Oh yes, right away sir.” She hung up before I could respond to her previous prompt.
“You can go right in,” she smiled. “His office—”
“I know which one it is.” I gave her a nod and rounded her desk, heading down the long hallway, passing door after door of offices all ending with the title “Esq”. At the end of the hallways, the door on the right leading to the largest corner office was open. Out of courtesy, I knocked on the door lightly. Elliott’s head turned from the computer on his desk.
“Xavier,” he greeted, standing, buttoning his suit jacket. “Come in.”
I entered. Having already been familiar with Elliott’s office, I came in and sat in the chair in front of his desk, making myself comfortable.
“I’ve been expecting you,” Elliott stated, retaking his seat. He was always serious while in the office, and I’d expected nothing different when I decided to come to that day.
“I guess you have a lot of questions. What happened between your mother and me—”
He paused when I held my hand up. “Is none of my business,” I stated. “My mother gave me her version of what happened. And, well, as long as you respect her from here on out, I don’t have anything to do with that.” That was the honest to God’s truth. What happened between my mother and Elliott was between them. She’d moved on, having dated a few different men since then, and he obviously had too.
“So, you’re here to talk about my daughter.”
I nodded.
