Page 65 of Damaged Protector
Jesus, Mal. Desperate much?
I clenched my thighs together and prepared to quietly tiptoe from the room. He obviously had company, if the gurgling female whimpers that accompanied his low grunts were any indication.
As I took a step back, my eyes unwittingly slid to the sliver in the door, and I stalled once again. In the reflection of a tall, ornate mirror, I saw a woman on her knees, her small hands bound behind her back with cable ties and her blonde ponytail fisted in one of Hawk’s thick hands.
Oh. My. God.
Hawk was filling the woman’s mouth with his extremely large penis. Her lips were stretched so wide, I was surprised they weren’t cracking at the corners.
I’d seen my roommate shirtless before, but a bottomless Hawk? Sweet kittens! I had an excellent view from my position, and I could see the man had the kind of primo ass that made you want to grab hold with both hands. Round, muscular, and surprisingly tan.
And the clenching! Holy fuck, the clenching! With each deep thrust, small hollows appeared at the sides of his buttocks, demonstrating the power of his glutes.
The muscles of his back rippled with exertion beneath the hawk tattoo that stretched across his large frame, and the tats on his arm were practically luminescent, glistening from the sheen of sweat that covered them.
Completely without my permission, my hand slid between my legs, and I pressed my fingers against my crotch to dull the ache that had suddenly developed there. Though I knew I shouldn’t be, I was turned on as hell.
The way he commanded her every movement with little effort—his hand yanking her head back and forth in a rhythm that countered his driving hips—was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
You should not be watching this, you perv. Flee the scene!
Yes, that’s definitely what I should do. Run out to my car and head to a coffee shop for a couple hours. Then I could come back and pretend like I’d never seen all that.
Though I would never be able to look at my roommate again without seeing this image. Without wondering what it would feel like to have a man look down at me with that kind of desire in his eyes. To be so engrossed in his pleasure that he didn’t even realize someone was watching.
I gritted my teeth when I remembered I was the one watching, and shame flamed across my cheeks. You really need to leave, Mallori Fitz, you voyeuristic little freak.
But first, I really wanted to see his entire peen, not just the girthy shaft that was dripping with the other woman’s saliva. What did the head look like? Was it round or more pointy?
As if the blow job gods heard my question, Hawk pulled out of the blonde woman’s mouth, and I suppressed a gasp.
I didn’t hold myself out to be some kind of dick expert by any means. I’d only seen one in person, but that didn’t tamp down the awe that had my eyes widening. Hawk’s dick was beautiful, though it appeared to be very angry, the crown blushing and wide.
And were those… piercings? Yes, there were definitely round, silver balls protruding from the reddened flesh near his crown. I couldn’t tell how many from this angle, but there were at least two.
I was startled from my observations when Hawk spoke again. “You like gagging on my cock like a little whore, don’t you?”
Releasing her hair and taking his penis in his hand, he smacked one side of her face with it, and then the other. “Answer me, slut.”
“Y-yes,” she stammered with a voice made of gravel.
He groaned his pleasure, and the rumble somehow soared through the air, out the door, and directly to my clit, like some kind of magical traveling vibrator. The swelling need inside me had wetness drenching my panties and wetting my fingers… which were clutching my sex beneath my dress.
I didn’t masturbate very often, but I was totally going to have to rub one out in the privacy of my own room later. Hell, I was halfway there already.
Maybe if I slid my panties to the side just a— No! Stop it, Mal!
A loud thwacking sound drew my attention to the woman’s pursed lips, which Hawk was slapping with his extremely hard dick.
“I’m going to fuck your throat until you can’t take it anymore, and then I’m going to come in this hot mouth of yours.” Her lips trembled as he smacked them two more times.
“If you spill a single drop, I’ll cut your fucking throat. Do you understand me?”
I stifled a gasp, and that’s when I noticed what was in his other hand. My heart dropped to my toes and then rose swiftly up into my throat, threatening to induce spontaneous vomiting.
Hawk Gentry—the man I thought was a kind, protective friend—was holding a knife.
Like penises, I wasn’t an expert on knives either, but it appeared to be a switchblade with a wicked point glinting against the creamy flesh of the poor woman’s throat. Even from here, I could see the pulse throbbing in her neck and the fear in her watery eyes.