Bastard Boss
“It’s okay, trust me.”
Flicking his tongue across her clit, he waited for her to ease before continuing to tease her ass. Pressing against the tight ring of muscle, he pushed his finger into her ass.
She cried out even as her pussy grew slick. He tongued her clit sliding down to plunge inside her cunt.
Pumping his finger into her ass, he got her used to one digit before adding a second one.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you like my fingers in your ass?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes!” She screamed the word, and he smirked against the flesh of her pussy.
He fucked her ass, getting her used to his fingers before he finally took her with his cock.
This may have started with making a baby, but it had fucking changed now. Anya had gotten under his skin, and there was no other place for her to hide. She was everywhere. Xavier believed that she didn’t have a clue about what she’d done to him. Becky’s presence made him feel repulsed. Any other woman didn’t satisfy this need that only Anya could sate.
“Oh, God, Xavier,” she said.
Her body grew tenser as her orgasm neared. Sucking her clit, he watched as she erupted, feeling the waves of pleasure as her ass tightened around his fingers. He swallowed down her cum, loving the taste of her.
Love.
The very same word he was sure didn’t exist.
Xavier loved her body, allowing the orgasm to ebb away before he pulled away from her.
Easing his fingers from her ass, he pressed a kiss to her knee, and left to go and wash his hands. In his bathroom, he stared at his face in the mirror. Even to himself he looked a little wild.
Love.
Such a simple four letter word, and yet he’d known it caused so much pain. Washing his hands, he wiped his face, and made his way back into the bedroom in time to see Anya changing the pillows on the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“We are so not sleeping on a cushion that I may have leaked on. It’s so embarrassing.” Her cheeks were as red as her hair, the fiery color like a beacon to him. Moving up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, hoping they were pregnant. Not for any other reason but that he wanted another excuse to keep Anya close to him.
“Why did you do that? You know, to my butt.”
He chuckled. “I’m going to fuck your ass one day soon, Anya, and when I do, you’re going to be begging me for it. Honestly, it’s one of the best things in the world.”
“How do you know? Have you ever gotten your ass fucked?” she asked.
“I know how good it feels to do it.” He nibbled her neck, smiling as she sank against him.
There really was nothing better than having a willing woman in the bedroom.
Chapter Eight
That Saturday, Anya stayed beside Xavier, holding onto his arm as they were surrounded by congratulations. She didn’t miss the questioning looks that some were throwing their way. There was no mistaking their confused thoughts. They were all wondering why he was with her.
Xavier, though, he was so different. The kids from over ten different foster homes in the area had turned up at the school for a day of fun. Every year Xavier would donate money to the school so that he could host these events. The previous four years she had stayed in the background, playing her part but never really getting too close. This year was different. Xavier grabbed her arm, holding up their hands, and announcing to the whole event that they were husband and wife. He didn’t address anyone but the kids.
“Kids, listen up. Something is a little different this year. You see this beautiful lady by my side?”
“She’s your PA,” one kid said.
“Now she’s my wife. Anya accepted my proposal.”
“Does that mean you’re in love?” another kid asked.
“Yes, very much so.”
“Do you have to go away?”
“No, not at all. Nothing is going to change. Not for me.”
She smiled at everyone, leaning against Xavier’s side, hating the attention.
They had all gathered around her, including Logan, the little boy they had found together. She didn’t like how sick the boy was looking.
“Did you have to make a big speech?” she asked.
“Of course. These kids, they’re like my family, and I love them.”