Page 9 of Attracted to A Savage

When the prosecution finished their closing arguments, I knew that I had the most impactful of the two. I started off strong, and I planned to continue this way. Once I was finished, I sat back in my seat, and Corey squeezed my leg underneath the table. I looked at him, and he gave me a subtle head nod. I exhaled a deep breath, leaving every ounce of energy I had on the floor and in the jurors' hands. All I could do was pray that they received it.

Once they took Kairo, we got up, and I walked into a separate room while the jury deliberated. This time, there was no quick deliberation. They deliberated well into lunchtime, and the only thing that made me more nervous than a quick deliberation was a long one. That meant that I had failed to convince someone. My hands were clammy and sweaty, and I declined lunch. Drinking only a sports drink to keep me hydrated, I waited for them to return with the verdict. After four hours, we were all ushered back into the courtroom.

I wanted to throw up as I heard them read off each charge. My head seemed like it was spinning as they read the words "not guilty" after each one. There were eight of them, and I held my breath until the final one. Corey had nearly dislocated my kneecap as he squeezed me hard underneath the table with each victory. I looked toward the end of the table at Kairo. He kept his head hung until they were finished. An uproar started in the court once they were done, and the judge struggled to regain order.

Corey and Kairo shook hands and embraced briefly. Kairo and I did the same. As he pulled me into him, he said, "Thank you, my baby." We parted ways, and I spun on my heels to leave. Walking out the door with my police escort, I saw Hanovich, who had probably come to watch me fail but wouldn't get the satisfaction. I smirked as I passed him. I couldn't believe I had pulled off a win as big as double homicide.

As soon as I was out of the parking lot, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was excited. It was hard being a woman in a male-dominated field, especially a black woman. Winning this case solidified that I was the Savage attorney I thought I was. I stopped up the street to get some food and then took the long drive back home. Corey called me, of course, and pumped me full of all the gas in the country.The way he gassed me up, I didn't even have to stop by Eagle Gas. By the time I got off the phone with him, he had convinced me that I was the female Jose Baez, and the price had officially gone up. I pulled into my yard, feeling fulfilled. I would pop a bottle of wine and end my night with a celebration.

I was sleepingin my bed when I was jarred out of my sleep by my doorbell. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was 3 a.m. Thinking it must have been a mistake, I checked my door camera and saw Kairo standing at the door with flowers and bags. He rang it again impatiently. I got up and threw my robe on before going downstairs and answering the door. It had been three days since he was released, and I hadn't heard from him. Admittedly, I started to feel a little stupid, thinking that he had just given me the classic jailhouse talk so that I could defend him. But seeing him standing here in the flesh made me smile. Opening the door, he walked in, smelling like a 5-star meal. He looked completely different out of his blues, and his scent alone screamed that he was money. He was dressed casually but still looked edible. Before I could say anything, he leaned down and kissed me passionately, kicking my door closed with his foot. Our lips intertwined, and tongues danced to a slow song that only he and I knew the rhythm of. He broke the kiss before going over to my glass table and set the many bags and flowers he had down. Going over to the sectional, he sat and pulled me on top of him while gripping my ass underneath the satin material of the robe I was wearing. He grabbed mounds of my ass as we moaned into each other's mouths, taking full advantage of being able to be as loud as we desired.

Sliding to the edge of the sectional, lifting me with one hand, he repositioned me to lie flat on my back and slid perfectly between my legs. His eyes were laser-focused as they scanned every inch of my body as if he were examining me. Replacing his roaming eyes with this tongue that slowly raked over my naked frame, there wasn't a place on my body where his lips didn't kiss. He went from my neck to my breasts, my stomach, and then my toes. The way he sucked my toes had me squirming in anticipation of the things that he could do with his mouth. Romay have been younger than me, but he was proof that it had no bearing on skill.

"Cash. I'm sorry for disrespecting you. I'll never do that shit again, aight?" He said between kisses. Those were the first words between the two of us. I didn't even acknowledge the apology, I appreciated it, but at this point I wanted some dick. He peppered kisses from my legs up to my thighs and traced my lower lips. With his hands holding my thighs firmly, he dove in face first, and I felt all my self-control evaporating from my body like smoke from a chimney. With the ability to do what he does with his mouth, he could tell me to do whatever he wanted, and I fear that I might consider.

Ro sucked my clit sensually as he alternated paces between fast and slow. My back arched completely as he licked me with expert precision. My hands massaged his scalp through the thick of his locs.

"Damn, Kairo!" I panted. He stopped just as I was about to release. I looked at him in confusion as I struggled to catch my breath.

"Turn over and get on your knees, Ma." He coached before slapping my ass with a vicious smack as I followed his instruction.

Continuing his assault, he took one finger and rubbed my clit as he gave my ass the same attention as he had given my middle. At this point, I was losing my mind from how well he pleased me. He slid one finger into my opening and then another.

He took a brief break from his meal as he moaned, "You taste so fucking good." I didn't need anything else; his words alone had me on ten. After I orgasmed, he picked me up and stood me on the floor, grabbed me by my hand, and told me to take him to my bedroom. My legs felt like Jell-O as I struggled to ascend the stairs.

Once we were in the room, he began undressing. When his shirt came over his head, he looked like the perfect canvas. His tattoos, covering his body as far as my eyes could see, all worked together to paint the perfect man. When he dropped the jeans he wore, my eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. His second leg, chocolate, fully erect and thick, sprang from his boxers, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I trailed kisses from the head of his dick to the base.

"Cash, know what you doing before you activate my demons, baby." He cupped my chin as he looked down at me. Not taking heed to his warning, I took him inch by inch into my mouth until he was tapping on the back of my throat.

"Gah damn!" he moaned. I knew it got real when he started to put my hair in a makeshift ponytail as he fucked my mouth.

"You look so pretty on your knees, Cashmere." He said as he looked down at me. It took about three minutes, and he was cumming down my throat. He pulled me by my hair and kissed me before collapsing on my bed as he groaned loudly.

Once I was off my knees, he sat up from his position and stroked his dick back to life. When I saw it returning to its full length, I knew I was in for a long night.

Him parting me felt like he was tearing me a new opening, but it was a pleasurable pain.

"Mmmm shit, Cash, you so fucking tight, baby." He said as he gripped my waist. Pushing my legs into the air, he held them while sucking my toes and fucked me sensually.

"Kairo, gah damn!" This man was taking me to places I had never imagined. He had me contemplating how in my forty years of living, I'd never been fucked so good. Releasing me, he pulled out abruptly, stroked himself, and told me to turn over. I did, but I braced myself for the pain that I knew was about to come.

"Fuckkkkkkk man. This shit so good, Ma." He said as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Shit!" I said as he stroked me viciously from the back.The sounds of smacking filled the room.

"This my pussy, Cashmere?" He questioned as he grabbed a handful of my hair.

"Yes, Ro," I cooed as I matched his pace.

"I know. I just hope you understand that baby," he said as he leaned forward, grabbed my face, and kissed me.

"Kairooooo," I said as he arched my back deeper and stroked harder.

"Uh uh…stop running. Cum for me, Cash." It was like a request I couldn't wait to fulfill when he stuck his finger in my butt. Immediately I came all over his dick.

"Just like that baby," he uttered before his groans got louder and sexier, and his pace quickened; I knew he was soon behind me.

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