Page 113 of Damaged Protector

“Are you going to play some sexy music for me?” I teased, earning me a laugh.

“Not this time, but now I’m not going to be able to stop thinking of it. Will you do that for me some time when I’m there to get the full effect?”

I nodded as I leaned my phone against the large mirror and took a step back. Hawk’s gaze drifted appraisingly up and down my body, his eyes like black molten lava.

“Take your shirt off first. Slowly.” His command was a smooth seduction, and I wasn’t sure I could have denied him even if I wanted to. Crossing my hands at my waist, I gripped the bottom hem of my tank top and peeled it inch by inch up my body and over my head.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. Cup your tits for me.” I did, rolling my nipples between my fingers and thumbs. “I enjoyed fucking those babies last night, Bee. I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard or that much.”

“You were very… productive,” I added, and he gave me a self-satisfied smirk.

“That was all because of you. How firm and round those pretty tits are. How smooth your skin felt against my cock. Mmmm.” His hum was low and gritty, triggering my pussy to soak my panties.

“I can see the mark I left on the underside. You like me marking you as mine, don’t you, baby?”

Dear god. Why is that so fucking hot?

I bobbed my head up and down, and Hawk narrowed his eyes. “I need to hear your words, Mallori.”

“Yes, I like it.”

“Close your eyes, pretty girl. Can you imagine my mouth on your nipples?”

“Yes,” I breathed, shutting my eyelids and thinking of his tongue, his lips, his teeth.

“Your nipples are the most gorgeous shade of pink. Imagine that’s my mouth while you pull on them.” I gave them each a small tug, and he growled. “No, harder. You know exactly how I would do it. You know I can’t be gentle when I have your tits in my mouth.”

“Hawk,” I whimpered, “I think I could come from just listening to your voice.” I opened my eyes to find him smiling at that.

“Don’t come just yet, sweetheart. I want your fingers in that tasty little cunt when you come. Show me your panties now.”

Abandoning my breasts, I hooked my fingers into my soft ivory sleep shorts and pushed them down, standing to reveal my matching lace boy shorts.

“Fuck, Little Bee. I want to eat you out through the lace one night. It will drive you crazy being able to feel my mouth on you but with that thin barrier.”

“You’re already driving me crazy,” I complained, and he chuckled.

“Touch yourself over the lace.” Lowering my hand, I did as he asked, rubbing my fingers over my swollen sex. “How does it feel?”

“Wet. A little rough. Like I could almost get there but not quite.”

He nodded his approval. “Take them off and take the phone to my bed. Prop it up on a pillow between your knees so I can see my next meal.”

Sweet fucking hell. I’d never been this turned on in my life. His easy, sultry commands made me want to beg him to come home and take care of me.

Once I was situated on the bed, I folded a pillow beneath my head so I could see the phone between my legs. Hawk had done some repositioning of his own, and his big, hard dick was center stage on my screen.

“Damn, I think I need a bigger phone,” I commented and heard his deep laugh.

“Something to remember when it’s time for an upgrade. Now spread your legs wider for me. Mmmm, that’s my good girl.”

Holy fuck. I never thought I’d be into the whole good girl thing, but then again, I never dreamed a man like Hawk Gentry even existed in real life. His voice was the stuff of wet dreams. He could recite potato salad recipes and shoot me straight into orgasmic bliss.

“You like when I call you my good girl, don’t you, baby? I can see the evidence dripping onto my sheets.”

My face flushed with heat and embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry. I’ll wash them before you get home.”

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare,” he gritted out. “If my bed doesn't smell like you when I get home, I’ll turn you over my knee. I swear to god, Mallori.”

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