Page 41 of Tex's Angel

This is when she cups my face in her hands and makes me look her in the eyes. “Describing yourself as not stupid is an insult to my intelligence and yours too. Your son didn’t turn out to be the smartest kid in his school because his father met the very low bar of being not stupid.”

She’s right of course but I don’t want to seem like a braggart by agreeing with her. “It was more nature than nurture. He came out curious and I worked hard to appease his curiosity. He was reading, writing, and doing basic math when he started kindergarten.”

“You’re a good dad, Tex. And I’ll bet you were an amazing husband as well.”

Hearing that stung. I pulled back and glanced away. “I kept all the balls in the air, got her the treatment the doctors recommended, made sure she got her medications, and stayed focused on keeping her spirits up. None of it mattered in the end because I couldn’t save her life.”

Before I can get away, her arms are around my neck and she’s hugging the hell outta me. I’m not gonna lie, even to myself. It feels good to get that hug just when I need it most.

She whispers in my ear, “Don’t do that to yourself, babe. You’re not a doctor. Saving her life wasn’t your job. You did everything right and still lost the love of your life.”

“I should have noticed she was having problems before I did. Early intervention might have made a difference.”

“No, babe. You’ve got to let go of all that guilt. She wouldn’t have wanted you to keep all that pain locked inside you.”

I know what Clara is saying is true because my wife told me the same thing before she died. She begged me not to let her death spoil my life. She wanted me to grieve, move on, and find love again.

My arms come up to wrap around Clara and for the first time, I can really let go of the past. I was fortunate enough to find not only one good woman but two. Having a second chance at love from a woman who understands what I’m going through, makes me the luckiest man in the world. I’d be a fool to turn away from what might be my opportunity at finding something real again.

“Alright, sugar. Let’s head upstairs before I throw y’all over my shoulder like a caveman and take you there myself.”

When I say this, her eyes get big. I lean forward again and say, “I think the idea of me throwing y’all over my shoulder turns you on.”

She immediately starts doing that thing where pulls all her hair over one shoulder and starts running her hands down it. Something clicks into place in my mind that this is how she acts when she’s turned on. It’s adorable and makes me want to be naked with her badly. I want to kiss her, run my lips down the slim column of her neck and suck on her nipples. There is almost an instinctual urge to bury my face between her legs and lick her until she comes making sweet sounds that let me know how much she loves the orgasms I give her.

Without hesitation, I come to my feet, throw her face first over my broad shoulder and stomp off upstairs with her. I can hear several of my club brothers cheering in the background. Ridiculous, I know. But I don’t give a damn about their teasing because the only thing on my mind is getting Clara under me.

Chapter 17

Clara

Ican’t believe Tex just picked up like I didn’t weigh a thing, threw me over his shoulder and started racing up the stairs with me. It’s just like in the movies. It makes me feel like he wants me all for himself and doesn’t like other men looking at me. Of course, I don’t know if that’s true or what’s going through his mind, but it doesn’t matter, his simple action has got me hotter than hell.

Instead of throwing me down on the bed, he slides me off his shoulder and sets me down, knees first in the big comfortable armchair in the corner of his room. I’m still wearing all my clothes, but it doesn’t seem to matter to Tex. He’s pulled off his cut and shirt and is standing behind me. I can’t quite get my head around what’s going on, but I’m so incredibly aroused that I’m willing to let him do whatever he wants. In fact I’m breathless with anticipation, wondering what he’s going to do.

I don’t have to wonder for long because his front presses against my back and his hands come up under my shirt to cup my breasts. When I glance over my shoulder, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss that’s strong, forceful, and made of all the things he is. When he slides his hands into my bra and pushes it up along with my shirt, I feel my panties getting wet and shortly after that he pulls my shirt and bra over my head, leaving us both naked from the waist up.

I like how Tex takes his time with the foreplay, as though he enjoys arousing me. If the hard bar pressing into my lower back is any indication, he gets a kick out of making me desperatefor his touch. He runs his hands up and down my front, giving my breasts a firm squeeze and playing with my nipples. I swear he’s so good at it I honestly think I can come from that alone. When he unbuttons my pants and slides his hand down the front, all I can do is whimper with pleasure. His big hand is a tight squeeze, and his fingers barely graze my clit.

He stops tormenting me with pleasure long enough to help me out of my jeans and panties. The next thing I know he’s kneeling on the floor behind me, eating me out like a man possessed. After our last round of lovemaking, Tex knows exactly what to do to drive me absolutely wild. I feel electric shocks as his tongue swirls figure of eights around my clit. I’m leaning over the back of the chair while he brings me to a mind blowing orgasm. When I’m a hot wilted mess and seeing stars from the hardest orgasm of my entire life, he stands up and I can hear him unzipping his pants. My pussy is still quivering with the orgasm and wanting more.

“Y’all ready for my cock?” his voice is hoarse with lust as he leans forward and whispers in my ear. I can feel his hardness grazing against my back.

He rubs his thick cock between my legs, barely parting my slit. I groan, “Stop teasing me, babe.”

“You know you love it, don’t you.”

“God yes, you know I do,” I gasp as I lean forward. I know it’s shameless giving him a full view of my pussy, but I’m desperate for him.

Rubbing his cock along my slit, he taps my clit and whispers, “Talk to me, sugar. Tell me what y’all want.”

I know what he wants, but I decide to tease him. I wiggle my ass a bit more, I can feel how wet I am, and I know the sight of my glistening pussy is driving him wild.

“Come on, darlin’. All y’all have to do is say and I’ll give y’all every single inch.”

Swallowing thickly, I spit it out. “I want you inside me.”

“Fingers, you mean?” he asks.

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