Page 142 of Damaged Protector

“No, baby. Tonight is all about your pleasure.”

The music was loud enough to drown out any ambient noise, but quiet enough I could hear Hawk clearly.

“Okay.”

“We’ll start out with an easy one.” He tugged my chin until I opened my mouth and then he pressed a finger inside. Rolling my tongue around it, I tasted something melted, sticky, and sweet.

“Mmmm. It’s not chocolate. Caramel?”

“Good girl,” he replied, rewarding me with a soft kiss against my lips. “My turn.” A warm sensation dripped across my breasts, and an even warmer tongue lapped at them before a mouth suckled away all the stickiness with pleasured hums.

My back arched, wanting more. “So gooood,” I moaned.

Then he was gone, and my face turned to where I heard his voice say, “What do you feel now?”

Something cool rolled across my belly—a round-ish shape—and I frowned. “I don’t know. A ball?”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s a fruit.”

“A grape!” I called out and a second later, the plump orb was placed in my mouth, and I chewed it. “I like this game. You’re turning me on and feeding me. My two favorite things.”

I heard his deep laugh before some kind of fabric was draped across my left breast. A big hand massaged it against my heated skin, and I felt the cool, slick texture abrading my nipples. I moaned out a guess. “Silk?”

“Close.” The material was lifted and then held against my nose. “Sniff,” he ordered, and I did, smelling myself on the fabric.

“My panties,” I said confidently, and Hawk kissed my nose.

“Well, yes, but they’re mine now.”

“Do you have an entire drawer full of my dirty underwear somewhere?” I asked, and he replied with one word.

“Yes.”

That really shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did.

Over the next few minutes, I correctly guessed canned whipped cream because I recognized the ssssht sound when he sprayed a line down my belly—which he kindly removed with his tongue—and I also identified a feather and ice cream. I had a little trouble with maraschino cherries until he let me taste them.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Hawk praised, stroking his hand down my long ponytail. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes, but you’re making me horny,” I whined, squirming on the bed, needing more of his touch, his mouth, his huge cock. “Please, Hawk.”

“Almost done, pretty girl. Just one more, and this one isn’t food.”

My forehead scrunched in concentration when something slid down my side, bumping over my ribs. It wasn’t smooth, though it wasn’t rough either, the texture familiar yet unidentifiable to my sex-starved brain.

“Ummm, it feels kind of wet like a tongue, but I don’t feel your beard.”

I heard his chuckle. “Not my tongue.” He moved the object to my breasts, circling each nipple before trailing it down my abdomen and using it to flick against my clit.

My hips lifted from the mattress as he moved the whatever the hell it was back and forth between my legs, driving me crazy. “Please, Hawk. I don’t know.”

“Are you sure you don’t have a guess for me?” he crooned, toying with my pussy.

“Yes, fuck! Just tell me.”

He seemed amused by my impatience and finally had mercy on me. “It’s a sponge dipped in warm water.”

Ah, okay. That makes sense.

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