Page 41 of Savage Guardian

Sliding his massive body down the bed, he planted his wide shoulders between her legs, spreading them wider. It was the worst possible time to remember she hadn’t groomed down there in forever, becausewhy? After her first sexual experience, she’d decided that sex probably wasn’t for her.

Ha! Look where you are now, you lucky slut!

“Your pussy is so pink, so wet for me. Natural. Like a wood nymph. Earthy. Like hiding the prize behind carnal wrappings.”

She lifted her head to stare down at him, shocked. He actuallylikedher…bush?

Her answer came immediately.

Placing his hands at the top of her mound, his fingers rough against the smooth skin of her lower belly, he used his thumbs to spread her swollen nether lips, his ravenous gaze on her clit, which had its own heartbeat. Leaning in, he flicked it with the tip of his nose, dragging in a lungful of air.

“You smell like vanilla and heather, and fucking shortbread, baby. You make my mouth water.” He did it again, and she jerked, a groan ripping from her throat. She rolled her hips, begging for more, and he delivered, licking gently, using the flat of his tongue, like lapping at an ice cream cone. Finally, he covered her with his mouth, using his teeth to skim her clit, the pain and pleasure sending shards of need through her blood, attacking her pussy with all he had. He licked harder, sucked a little more roughly, delving his tongue into her cunt and lapping at the cream like a man dying of thirst.

She raised her hips. “Oh my God, Hawk, I can’t take any more! You feel so good!”

“Fuck that. You will take more. Take it!” he snarled, before diving back in to devour her, smearing his face with her juices. The beard burn on her inner thighs only heightened the sensations he was conjuring with his mouth, his teeth, his nose. His tongue twirling, his teeth nipping, he continued his assault on her womanhood and she—

She fell over the edge, her thighs clamping his head in place as she arched up, back bowing, as the orgasm claimed her breath and every thought.

Fae cried out, uncontrollable tremors shook her.

“Give me your sweetness, baby. I want to smell you on my beard for days!”

Her body jerking with orgasmic spasms, she could only whimper as she came down from the heights of pleasure.

With a moan, Hawk sat back on his heels and peered down at her, his face and beard wet.

After a beat, Hawk left the bed to remove his pants. She watched, enraptured, as he revealed the rest of himself to her hungry gaze.

He wasn’t just unspeakably gorgeous; he was a god. Made of sex and pleasure. A deity wrapped in taut, tanned flesh. With his jeans suddenly gone, her eyes dropped to his cock, which was standing erect, the dark red head spreading pre-cum near his belly button.

He’s huge!

And not just big, it was thick around and probably close to ten inches long. The vein running the length of him from balls to head throbbed. She wasn’t such an innocent dummy. She knew her body would stretch to accommodate his size, but how much stretching would be required? He was massive.

“Don’t be scared,mo mhuirnin. I’m a big bastard, but it’ll feel real good once I’m snug inside you.”

“I’m not scared,” she said, her words raspy. She’d never seen his cock before—the only cock she’d seen before his being the weasel Todd’s tiny dick—but she knew it would be big. Hawk was a big man. Proportionate.

Smirking at her devilishly, he gripped his angry-looking cock with one hand and tugged.

At the sight of that, her languid body became one enormous ball of need.

“Inside me. I need you inside me,” she pleaded.

“Anything for you,mo mhuirnin,” he growled, tension in his shoulders and neck telling her he was just as on edge as she was. He worked the hand on his cock faster, his grip almost white-knuckled. “Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked.

Nodding quickly, she groaned, “So ready. I need you, Hawk.”

Never in her life had she needed anything more.

“Condom,” he said, grunting, as he reached into the side table and withdrew a single condom wrapper. Using his teeth, he tore it open, then extracted the piece of latex. She watched, dazed, as he rolled the protection on over his throbbing length.

Rising over her, he retook her mouth, ploughing through her defenses like a villain on a charger. As his mouth took her mouth, his hands took her breasts, cupping them, kneading them. He pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger until they pulsed. She writhed beneath his attentions, desperate for more. She could feel his cock against her belly, sticky with warm pre-cum.

Dropping his hand from her breast, he stroked his cock, then flicked the tip over her clit. Once. Twice. Until she saw stars behind her eyes.

Hawk growled, placing the tip of his cock against her entrance and closing his eyes. He looked like he was in pain. The beads of sweat on his forehead glittered in the overhead lights, like a smut halo. Pressing forward, his face drawn tight, his jaw clenched, his gaze pinned to where he was sliding into her, Hawk looked like a predator about to devour his prey.

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