El Diablo (Killer of Kings 6)

This cleaner, his innocent woman, was bringing him to his knees, and he had to be careful. If Boss for even a second got a hint that she meant anything to him, he’d be screwed.

“I’ve never been granted such a precious gift before.”

She reached up and cupped his cheek. “You sound like a man out of the dark ages. It’s just my body, Xavier.”

“It’s a part of you, and it can only be granted once.” To him, men who deserved to have that kind of innocence didn’t kill people on the weekend or as part of their lives. “I will treasure this, always. You’ll own a part of me, Alesha.”

“Which part?”

“You already know.” He leaned down, claiming her lips, not wanting to let go of her. She was so fucking beautiful, so sweet, his everything. He knew he kept repeating the same things, but he couldn’t help but marvel at the pure strength of her.

Spreading her thighs, he gripped his stiff cock, which hadn’t lost any of its rigidity while talking to her. It’s like his body didn’t know how to be turned off by her. Her voice, her smile, every part of her turned him on.

Running the tip up and down her creamy slit, he got his dick nice and wet, wanting to make this as easy as possible for her. He didn’t want to put a condom on, even though he knew he should.

Skin to skin.

Flesh against flesh was what he wanted.

Nothing between them, he held eye contact, moving his cock to her entrance. He wanted to see her as he finally made her his.

Chapter Nine

Alesha gripped the sheets as Xavier pressed the head of his cock into her slick pussy. She’d never been more ready for anything. Her body was practically thrumming for him to rid her of her virginity. It wasn’t a sacred possession—even at twenty-seven she’d never found a man worthy of giving it to. Xavier may seem like the worst possible choice, but she saw beneath all the hardened layers. Saw the little boy, the fractured man she’d seen that day when he was drunk. There was so much more to him than appearances alone. And damn did he have the appearances part covered.

His dark hair was loose, coming down to his chin. Those dark eyes reminded her of a panther on the hunt. The five o’clock shadow on his face was rough, and she knew how it felt rubbing between her legs. Alesha stared at his thick lips and the massive shoulders looming over her body. His arms were hard with muscle as he supported his weight on one forearm above her.

“More,” she said.

He was going incredibly slow for such a proven bad boy. It turned her on and made her feel special that he was taking the extra time for her, but she honestly didn’t need it.

“Take it easy, baby. Let me enjoy this. I want to feel your pussy squeezing the shit out of my cock.” He kept moving deeper inside her, slow inch after inch. She felt her walls stretching to accommodate his size. The fullness was overwhelming, shivers skittering along her skin as all her nerves seemed to burst with sexual energy.

She wriggled beneath him, waves of heat and need driving her crazy. Alesha ran her hand through his hair, pushing it off his face. He froze, then leaned down to kiss her. He tucked his arms under her shoulders and lowered the rest of his length between her legs. She groaned into his mouth as he sank in to the hilt.

He kissed her, but it was so much more. She felt their connection solidify, felt his vulnerabilities, his passion, everything he kept under lock and key.

His cock throbbed inside her, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Is it mine now? Do I own your cock?”

“You own it. My cock and my heart.” He ran his lips over her eyes, then pressed his forehead to hers. This was so much more than sex.

“I feel so full,” she whispered.

He took a breath, a man on the edge. “Please tell me you’ve adjusted to having me inside you.”

“I’m more than ready for this.”

“You have no idea the restraint I’m using right now, baby girl.” He pulled out and slowly ground back in, teasing her, making her pussy hungry for more. “You’re so tight, so fucking delicious. I want to fuck you hard enough to break this damn bed.”

“God, yes. Do it.”

He picked up a slow rhythm, sliding in and out, creating enough friction that her body responded, craving so much more. She prodded him with her heels, desperate for what she knew he wanted to really give her. Alesha wasn’t a slip of a woman. She could handle Xavier and his big dick.

Wanted his hard fucking.

“You’re so wet, so damn juicy.” He groaned, picking up the pace. The bed began to shudder, the headboard clapping the wall with each thrust of his hips. He filled her to the hilt over and over again. Each time he pounded against her clit, she climbed higher. “Tell me you love being filled with my cock.”