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And then I pulled out, dick shuddering, and sprayed her pussy with my cum.

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KARA

Imoaned as Hawk’s essence hit my most private parts.

Cried out as he massaged it into my sensitive, swollen clit.

We both stared down at the mess he’d made of my body, and my core clenched at the sight.

I’d never had a man pull out like that. Mark me like I was his, instead of just trying to fill me with his seed.

Hawk trailed his fingers through the mess, using it as lubricant to play with my nipples again, until I was sure I would self-combust.

I didn’t dare tell him to stop. That wasn’t allowed in the commune.

But for the first time in my life, I didn’t want to. I wanted him to just keep doing it. Making me feel things I’d never felt before. Working my body into such a frenzy that nothing else existed except his touch and the way it caused pleasure where I’d only ever felt pain.

I was so hot. So sticky and sweaty. So utterly spent I couldn’t move.

And yet if he’d demanded another orgasm, I would have just opened my legs.

“You’re making little noises like you’re hoping for a fourth,” Hawk murmured into my shoulder. “I would give them to you all night, but you’d be sore as hell tomorrow.”

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips brushing across my neck. Tears pricked behind my eyes again, not from the overwhelm of pleasure this time, but for the fact he didn’t want to hurt me.

He dragged himself up off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, the water turned on, and then he was back, with a warm, wet washcloth that he wiped carefully over my body.

I was too sated to even feel self-conscious. After everything he’d done to me, it was impossible to feel anything but relaxed.

“Why don’t you let anyone else see this side of you?” I asked quietly, watching him gently remove the products of our joining from my skin.

He glanced up. “What? The naked side?”

I frowned. “The gentle side. The side that isn’t…mean.”

He paused, his washcloth resting on my lower belly. “I’m not gentle.”

“The way you’re touching me now says otherwise.”

He went back to cleaning my skin, swiping the cloth through the patch of hair on my mound, and then lower to clean his cum from my folds. “Is this okay?”

I nodded. “It feels nice.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

I bit my lip. “What do you normally do with women when you’ve finished having sex with them then?”

He glanced at me. “Like I said. I’m not gentle. You really want to know what I do with a woman after I’ve had her?”

I nodded.

He sighed. “I tell her to fuck off. I can’t stand them sleeping in my room, and I can’t stand staying in theirs. There’s a reason people think I’m mean, Kara. It’s because I am.”

He didn’t know mean. Maybe he was crass and uncaring. Maybe he was selfish.

But Josiah was mean. Caleb had been mean.

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