Page 62 of Savage Guardian

Hawk thrust deeper, changing the angle to rub just the right spot with the tip of his cock every time he moved inside her. Deeper, harder, faster he worked her body, her juices making everything slick and sticky.

“Hawk, fuck,” she choked out, her voice raspy with pleasure.

His hips slapping against her ass, he moved faster.

“Take my cock, slut. You wanted it hard and fast, so take it all!” he commanded, and she began fucking herself on his dick. They hammered into one another, each slap of his balls against her clit making her whimper. It was the best fucking sound he’d ever heard.

His balls drew up tight while her sheath gripped him tighter and tighter.

“I’m so close, Hawk,” she cried. “Come inside me, please!”

It was then that he realized he’d forgotten the condom…but he was too far gone to care.

The thought of filling her womb with his seed made his cock thicken.

Pounding deeper inside her, he worked her clit in time with his thrusting.

She screamed, twitching against him as she came apart.

Her cunt squeezed him tighter than his own fist had, as pulsing contractions choked his dick, tightening and releasing as each wave of her orgasm milked his cock.

Throwing his head back, he came with a shout, stuffing her full of his come as pulse after pulse of his release shot from him.

He slumped over her body, completely spent, and she collapsed onto the bed beneath him.

As they came down from their high, he pulled his softening cock from her still convulsing body and remembered the lack of condom.

“I forgot the condom,” he said, his voice hoarse from his orgasmic bellows.

She tensed beside him, but then said, “I’m on the Pill for cramping.”

“I’m clean. I had a full physical that morning before we met. SP policy.”

She sighed.

“Okay.”

Rolling toward him, Fae threw her arm over his chest and nuzzled her face into his neck. She fit him perfectly.

After what they’d shared…and how he felt about it, there were no words to speak. The silence swallowed them, and Fae fell asleep in his arms.

And he couldn’t hate how right it felt.

The concert was in three days, and Fae didn’t even feel the least bit prepared. The album was nearly done, with only one last song to tweak with new lyrics, but no matter how many times she texted Jimmy or Carrie about what was going on with the concert, she never got a response. It was like they were keeping her in the dark on purpose.

The suspiciously disappearing contract, the weirdly worded NDA, and now the white noise regarding the concert. Things were looking more and more wrong.

And another piece of bamboo under her fingernails was the new posts and comments popping up all over social media. Videos of Carrie out and about in Vegas, showing off, flashing skin, generally just being Carrie. But shewasn’tCarrie, because in each of the videos and pics people were posting, the hashtags all read: #AoibhealReveal #IAmAoibheal #SeeMeLoveMe.

Those videos and pics were, mostly, just Carrie smiling or waving or partying it up in some club on the Strip. But some of them were of Carrie being drunk, stripping in public places, becoming belligerent, using slurs, and demanding service like a queen in her kingdom. All the while telling people to call her Aoibheal. Telling them she was internet famous, that she was going to be the next Lady Gaga—Aoibheal’s music wasn’t evenin the same genreas Lady Gaga!

Bottom line, Carrie hadn’t been keeping her end of the bargain; waiting until the concert to reveal her face as that of Aoibheal’s. In a mostly PR controlled, exclusive event, where her image and brand were precisely cultivated to fit what Fae had envisioned for almost three years. And not only that, what Carrie was revealing was that Aoibheal was a vain, ignorant, mean, slutty bitch.

#BanAoibheal #AoibhealNoBigDeal #BlacklistAoibheal #CelticSlut #DrunkAndUgly

All that Fae had built was tainted. And, unless she wanted to sell her house to pay the two-hundred grand she’d owe for breaching the NDA, she couldn’t tell anyone the truth.

It might be worth it, though, just to salvage a piece of my dream.

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