My Black MILF G/F Came Over, then we Both Came! [BWWM][F30s][M20s][Sneak Peek]
Jaxon didn’t even look up when the knock at his door came. He just muttered, “Yeah?” to nobody and cranked the TV volume a little higher, pretending nothing in the world needed his attention.
He didn’t give a shit about whatever overpriced magazine subscriptions or cosmetics or solar panel bullshit someone was trying to peddle. Furthermore, he was still hurting from being rejected by Violet, a woman fifteen years his senior.
Perhaps saying he was ‘rejected’ was a bit of a misnomer, considering they had gone on a few dates together; dates, which he must admit, were enjoyable. Enjoyable, yes, although they didn’t do much more than exchange hugs and peck kisses on the dates. Jaxon assumed after their third date that she must have gone on the dates with him out of pity, or on a date in her mind as ‘just friends’.
It was a hard pill to swallow, but he accepted that by all appearances, the divorced, gorgeous and busty black “MILF” named Violet wasn’t truly into him…
The knock came again, firmer this time.
“WHATEVER HORSESHIT YOU’RE SELLING, I’M NOT INTERESTED!” he bellowed from the sofa.
He heard a female voice on the other end, the knocking more polite.
He sighed, dragged himself off the couch, and opened the door.
Violet stood there.
Her orangish tank top hugged her curves, the low neckline showing her full, soft cleavage he’d been trying very hard not to think about these past few days. Her blue jeans fit her hips like custom work, a flood of emotions returning.
“Hey,” she said softly, eyes scanning his face. “I was in the area and wanted to check on you. Are you okay?”
Jaxon shrugged, leaning on the doorframe like he couldn’t care less, doing his best half-assed ‘rebel without a cause’ look. “Yeah. I’m good.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
Her concerned gaze remained on him, slowly melting his I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude.
“Yeah,” he said again, forcing a little shrug. “Just tired. Why, what’s up?”
He looked away, soon thereafter feeling her velvety fingers on his.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmured. “Can I come in?”
“I mean, I guess you can stay for a few. I got a date set up for later, so it’d be best if you didn’t stay long.”
After saying this, his cheeks flushed, her eyes narrowing on him as she sniffed out his bullshit.
“Jaxon. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, Violet. It’s just I found another woman who is into me, since you obviously aren’t.”
He had meant for it to sound accusatory and scorned, to some extent; however, his voice cracked and his eyes watered, right before he turned his head away.
Real smooth, Jaxon…real smooth…his inner-critic mocked.
He sank onto the couch, and she did, too.
“Baby, Jaxon, look at me!”
He stared into the distance, jaw tight, trying to keep the cool act up another few seconds, but failed to.
“Sorry, I’m a dumbass,” he said.
She moved right next to him and turned his head to face her.
“Jaxon, what do you mean I obviously don’t like you?”
He had imagined this moment during their time apart and had pictured himself telling her it was over, saying so with a cocky grin on his face.
And that failed miserably, too.
“I just… I thought you didn’t like me, Violet.”
Her eyes widened a little.
“I mean, well, we went out, what, three times? Four?” he continued, the words tumbling out now. “We had a good time. I thought we did. Then nothing happened, and you got busy, and… I figured maybe I misread everything.”
Violet blinked…surprised, but also hurting for him.
“Baby, why didn’t you just tell me you felt that way? I mean, I definitely had, and have, feelings for you.”
“I deserve to have my physical needs met, Violet,” he said. What was meant to sound confident and no-shit-taken came out whiny and sad.
“Jaxon, why didn’t you say it was about sex? Or the lack of it?”
She held his hand, his heart beating faster.
“I didn’t want to pressure you,” he answered.
“Honey, look at me.”
He did.
Taking his hand, she placed it on her ample breast. “This belongs to you, since you’re my man. Squeeze it.”
He took it into his hand, meekly at first. Once she started purring, he became hungrier for it.
“You like that, baby?”
Sliding away from him, she stood up, freeing herself from her top, bra, and jeans.
“Oh, shit,” Jaxon groaned. “You’re beautiful, Violet. Turn around, sexy.”
“That looks so good it should be illegal,” he quipped, taking in the sight of her buttocks, which were packed tight like a sandwich that was ready to burst.
The dainty underwear she wore only added to his arousal.
“Are you ready to get laid?”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Posted Dec 8, 2025, 3:34 AM UTC