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to myself. We always seemed to act like teenagers when we were around each other.
    Xavier and I went back many years; we grew up on the mean streets of Houston together. I was closer to that man than to some of my own relatives. We had been through a lot together, good, bad, and ugly. But through it all, our friendship and bond remained intact. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I could count on him to have my back and vice versa. We just rolled like that.
    My man had been through a lot the last couple of years—mainly because his dick made some bad decisions concerning this chick named Pilar. I sensed she was bad news from the start. I tried to warn my man, but his other head had a mind of its own. She turned out to be the stalker from hell, and she succeeded in turning his world upside down. Don’t get me wrong; I had been through two bad marriages and two bad divorces, so I knew the power of the pussy. It could make the male species make some fucked-up choices, even when our brain was telling us to run like hell. Run like your life depended on it. In Xavier’s case, it really did.
    Anyhow, that was all water under the bridge now, because psycho had moved on, and my man was blowing up the big screen with a movie based on his true-to-life book, Diary of a Stalker . There was talk about some of the actors receiving Oscar nominations, and Xavier was paid. He had finally reached the level he had always talked about when we were growing up. All my man wanted to do was tell tall tales and make movies.
    I couldn’t be prouder of my friend, because he deserved this and had worked his ass off for everything he’d accomplished. I just wished I had the old Xavier back, the one before psycho Pilar blew in and caused havoc.

Chapter 4
    Xavier
    â€œOhhh, baby, that’s it. Suck it!”
    â€œLike this?” she asked, just before squeezing down harder with her full, pretty lip-glossed lips.
    â€œDamn, that’s right! Just like that!”
    â€œYou like that, Daddy?” she cooed.
    â€œI love it, baby! Goddamn!”
    I leaned back in the chair I was sprawled in at the moment, completely nude, with my legs apart. She was buck naked, had a beautiful, curvaceous body, and was planted solidly between my legs, sucking my dick like it was nobody’s business.
    I reached forward to fondle her breasts and reveled in watching her in action. She was the best I had ever had when it came to oral skills, and I could not wait to reciprocate.
    I grabbed the back of her head to force her to take in even more of my tool. She resisted for a fraction of a second and then opened her mouth wider. It was obvious she enjoyed giving head, and I could not be happier. It was heaven on earth.
    â€œThat’s my girl. Lick my balls. Oh, hell yeah!”
    Right before I closed my eyes, lost in another dimension, she pulled one hand away from my dick and inserted her own finger inside her womanhood. I watched in fascination as she continued to give me head and played inside her pussy with one, then two slim fingers. A man could take only so much; I closed my eyes and let out a rip-roaring moan that surprised even me with its intensity as I released my warm liquid into her hot mouth. She eagerly swallowed and licked at the last drops that remained. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. I couldn’t wait to get up inside her warm sugar walls and show her who the man was without uttering a single word.
    To my surprise, when I opened my eyes, she was still between my legs, but my bloody severed dick was in her hands.
    â€œSee I told you, Xavier, if I couldn’t have it, no one would. This belongs to me and always will. Don’t you ever forget it, either.”
    She proceeded to carefully place it in a ziplock baggie, then inside a black bag that I hadn’t seen before. The black bag, with its precious cargo, was now mysteriously by her side and zipped up.
    â€œYou won’t need it anymore,