Page 27 of The Vicious Defender

"About what?" he questions.

"I don't want to talk about it," I insist.

"Tallulah, if there's something bothering you, I want to know about it," he says.

"I just..." I hesitate. "I want a baby. So badly. And every time it doesn't work, it breaks my heart."

"Tallulah," Xavier says, his voice soothing. "It's only been a while. It takes time. I'm much older than you."

"I know, but..."

"It's going to be okay," he assures me. "We have time. It's not a race."

"I know, but it hurts," I admit.

"I'm sorry, angel," he says.

"I wish there was a way to speed things up," I say, a desperate edge to my voice.

"We'll keep trying," he says.

"But what if it never happens?" I ask, a lump forming in my throat.

"Don't worry, Tallulah. We'll make it happen. If you want it, it will happen," he says.

"But how?" I ask, feeling hopeless.

"I have an idea," he says, his voice confident. "Something that might help."

"What is it?" I ask, curiosity mingling with my anxiety.

He smirks, saying, "I'll show you."

Then, he gets up and leads me to the bedroom, where he instructs me to lay on the bed.

"Take your clothes off," he orders.

I strip, then lay down, waiting. He sits on the bed beside me, and I'm struck by the look in his eyes. It's a look of pure desire.

"Spread your legs for me," he commands.

I do as he says, and his fingers gently touch my pussy.

"You're so wet," he murmurs.

I nod, unable to speak.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" he asks.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes," I moan.

"Good," he says, sliding his finger into my entrance.

I gasp, arching my back. He's so gentle today. Gentler than ever before, even my first time. He strokes my inner walls, slowly building up a rhythm. My body responds, and I feel my climax building.

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