Page 91 of Damaged Protector
“Yes, yes! Th-the second one.”
“Say it, Bee. Say you want me to take you there.” His voice was deep with a gravelly quality that told me he wanted this as much as I did.
With a confidence I didn’t usually feel, I brought my hands to his face and lifted it, kissing him hard on the mouth. “Please make me come on your big, hard cock.”
I’d never actually dirty talked before, but I thought my first time went pretty well since Hawk growled deep in his chest and went a little feral after that.
His mouth was on my other nipple, sucking with a ferocity that should have hurt but didn’t. With strong hands, he dragged me across the hard length of him, accelerating the pace to nothing short of frantic.
And damn, I was frantic too, that storm right overhead and threatening. He shifted his hips a little, and I could feel something small and hard—one of his piercings—pressing against my clit through the two thin layers of fabric separating us.
“Almost…” I panted, unable to finish the sentence because he bit down on my nipple, baring his straight, white teeth as his tongue battered the ultra-sensitive point.
He released me and lapped at the underside of my breast before sucking his mark onto the creamy white flesh there. “Your pretty tits taste better than I imagined,” he growled.
I was currently a huge fan of the sexy growl. Huge. Fan. I’d never been more turned on in my life. “More. Please,” I begged, shocked at my own voice. While Hawk’s rumbled with confident seduction, mine was breathy and needy.
The feel of his huge cock between my legs, his mouth devouring my breast and his hands gripping my rear like he would never let me go all combined to push me right to the edge. I was so close to something big, something earth shattering. I could sense it just beyond my reach.
“I want to suck on these tits for hours, Bee,” Hawk said in a hoarse voice between laps against my nipple. “I want them to be aching and raw tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.”
“Yes,” I agreed, spreading my legs obscenely wider and grinding on him.
“I want you to know where I’ve fucking been. I could come just from feeling how goddamn hard your nipples get for me.” He gave me a long, wicked suck and then stared almost reverently at his handiwork. “For. Me.”
“For you,” I reiterated because at that moment, I was his. A hundred percent and without a doubt. No one else existed in this universe or any other.
Hawk nuzzled his way up my neck until his delicious mouth hovered over mine. “Then come for me, Bee. Your pussy is soaking me, but I want you to fucking drown me.”
When his tongue pushed roughly into my mouth, taking me like he wanted, I let myself go. My entire body was infused with a devastating warmth, starting at the tips of my ears and working its way down to my center.
I rode him harder. Faster. With a passion I didn’t know I possessed. And he was fucking me back with equal vehemence, his ass lifting off the couch, that thick cock pressing against my most intimate of places.
I fucking despised his pants and my panties just then. I wanted them gone so I could feel his slick heat sliding into me. Filling and stretching.
Our mouths were as wild as our bodies, our tongues riotous and uncontrolled. I cried out my release into his mouth and felt his entire body shudder.
“Fuck. You’re making me come,” he managed between kisses as our bodies writhed together. The soft abrasion of his chest hair against my nipples only added an additional layer of sensation to the ones that were already overwhelming me… the feel of his tongue exploring my mouth… the warmth of our combined orgasms wetting our clothing.
Clinging to him like a lifeline—so I didn’t float away into the ether like a wisp of smoke—I tangled my hands in the thick strands at the back of his head, twisting and pulling, which only seemed to urge him on.
I’d had no doubt Hawk would be good at sexual stuff, having seen him in action for a brief time in the Den of Sin, but dayum! I hadn’t expected to feel so overpowered, despite me being on top. But every thrust of his hips and clench of his fingers told me without a doubt that he was a sex god, fallen to Earth for exactly this purpose. To please a woman.
And oh, was I ever pleased. My body was a limp noodle by the time our movements slowed and eventually stopped, and I dropped my head to his broad shoulder.
Ragged breaths escaped both of us, like we’d run a marathon instead of sitting on the couch. We were chest to chest, separated only by the thin layer of our combined sweat.
“You have a very talented mouth, Hawk,” I murmured against the side of his thick neck.
He tugged my hair until I faced him, his eyes searching my own. “I’d like to show you what else my mouth can do.”
Hol-yyy shit.
I couldn’t even find the words to express how much I wanted that to happen, so I nodded, meeting his eyes and giving him the permission he sought.
“Your skirt is getting all wrinkled,” he said, sliding his hands to my waist. “Maybe we should take it off.”
The suggestion was delivered smoothly, and it emboldened me. Placing my hands on his shoulders for balance, I stood on shaky legs and reached behind me. When I unfastened it, the skirt dropped to the floor, leaving me completely bare except for my navy panties.