Page 143 of Damaged Protector

“Wait, it’s not the one from the kitchen is it? Because that thing is gross and needs to be thrown—”

“It’s not a kitchen sponge,” he assured me with a laugh. “It’s some kind of makeup sponge I found in your bathroom. You had a two-pack and I borrowed one.”

I giggled. “That’s called a beauty blender.”

“What-the-fuck-ever,” he said dipping the tip of it inside me before removing it. “I’ll replace it because this one is mine now.” His low hum vibrated the air, and I smiled, knowing him so well by now.

“You’re sucking it, aren’t you?”

“I am. Fucking delicious, but not as good as the real thing.”

“Then maybe you should eat directly from the source,” I teased.

“I plan to. Lift your hips.” I did and felt a towel being slid beneath me. What the hell does he have planned now? “Spread your legs wide, Bee.”

Following his directions and hoping he’d get the hell on with it, I spread for him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So tempting. I think I’m going to make myself an ice cream sundae.”

“You’re taking a damn snack break? Now?” I groused and then yelped when something cold trickled down my pussy.

“I’m starving,” he growled a second before a drizzle of warmth battled with the cold sensation between my legs.

Oh. I’m the ice cream sundae.

“Carry on,” I panted, hearing the whipped cream can spraying a dollop on my mound.

“And a cherry on top,” he said. I couldn’t feel it but imagined he plopped one of the red fruits on top of the cream.

“You do seem to be fond of my cherry,” I shot back and then startled when his beard tickled my cheek.

“Best goddamn thing I’ve ever had,” he growled in my ear, and I shivered. “Time to enjoy my dessert.”

Wedging himself between my legs, Hawk devoured me, his mouth greedy and demanding as he lapped up the mess he’d made on my pussy. I’d been right on the edge for what seemed like hours while we played the sensory game, so it only took a couple minutes before my orgasm was right there.

“Almost,” I panted, loving the fullness in my backside from the plug while he focused his mouth on my pussy. The dual sensations were enough to have me seeing stars on the backs of my eyelids.

Hawk’s talented tongue focused on my clit. His beard abraded my sensitive skin in the very best way, and when he closed his full lips around my little bud, I exploded into pure and utter ecstasy.

Strong hands held my bucking hips down, making me take the erotic torture of his mouth as my hands strained against the straps. The sounds Hawk made—like a wild animal enjoying his kill—only dragged my climax out until I was drained and limp.

“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he grunted, crawling up my body and straddling my waist.

Hawk had dimmed the lights in the room with a switch on the wall, so when he removed my blindfold, the adjustment from pitch dark to light wasn’t bad. His face and beard were covered with ice cream, caramel, whipped cream… and me.

“That was so hot,” I breathed, my chest still heaving with the intensity of my release.

“Agreed,” he said, lowering his mouth to mine and allowing me to lick at his lips before he deepened the kiss. It was sticky and messy but so fucking sexy. As we tasted each other, his hands slipped up and released my wrists from the bindings.

He massaged from my forearms to the tips of my fingers until the blood started flowing normally, and then he pulled back. “Let me clean you up, and then I have another surprise for you.”

“Great, just what I need,” I muttered, though anticipation brewed deep in my core.

With a grin and a flirty wink, Hawk crawled off the bed and went into the en suite bathroom before returning with a damp cloth. With painstaking care, he cleaned my body as I watched him. He could be so tender sometimes.

“How does this feel?” he asked, hooking his fingers around the jewel sticking out of my ass. “Do I need to remove it?” He pulled it out a couple millimeters before pushing it back in.

“No, leave it. It doesn’t hurt,” I assured him and was rewarded with one of his soft smiles.

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