He didn’t sleep worth a shit last night. After tossing Xan out, his fucking conscience ate away at him until all he could do was replay the entire encounter. He didn’t know what it was about her, but she got to him, dug deep and touched him in places no other person—let alone, woman—had ever before. After getting the hottest blowjob he’d ever received, he’d tasted and sank into the sweetest pussy he’d ever experienced. She’d been timid at first, as if she weren’t sure she wanted to fuck him, but her body had responded with intense want that his body refused to ignore. And she’d been tight, so fucking tight that he believed her about her apparent sexual dry spell. How long she’d gone without taking a man, he didn’t even want to guess. One the one hand, he felt elated that she’d let him be the one to end it for her. On the other hand, he felt paranoid. That paranoia drove him to be the biggest asshole he could be and kick her out. He felt connected to her and so fiercely protective that it shamed him to push her away like he had.
