Page 55 of Mischievous Lies

“Nah, I think I’m good.” I go to push past him, but he presses his weight firmly against me, all his games done with. Oh, he must be hurting.

“Little tracker.” His tone is a warning. “You aren’t allowed to leave until my cock has gone down.”

I dance my fingers feather-light against his chest and then bring them up to cup his cheek. His eyes search mine desperately, forever with that mischievous twinkle. The games we taunt one another with. The back and forth. The wins. It’s always rushing to the surface when I’m with Hawke. “Only if you agree to wear the collar and leash at the next party. Otherwise, your hand is gonna get a good workout.”

He looks to the ceiling and curses under his breath. “Fine. Promise.”

I raise my pinkie, victorious, as he hooks it with his. Then he grabs me under the ass and lifts me onto the counter. My heart is pounding from the way he looks at me, promising to devour with the urgency of saving his cock, which just so happens to be this man’s life force.

“You so better make me scream,” I say as I flick off his towel and look at the formidable opponent. His cock is very hard, and I wonder if it’s actually painful, considering he just popped Viagra like it was candy.

“I’ll do worse than that,” he promises as his hands move to the hem of my dress, and he slowly drags his fingertips over my skin, lifting the material past my hips and exposing my black panties. I reach for his cock and clamp my fist around it. “Fuck,” he curses as it twitches in my hands. “Fuck, you always feel sogood. Taste good too,” he says with a smirk as he drops to his knees, letting my hand fall to my side as he leans in and then bites my left hip. As he pulls back, he takes my panties with him and then proceeds to drag them down my legs. I thought we were here for him, but I’m all for how Hawke always worships me, even when he’s in a very compromising situation. Not once has this man had sex with me and only thought of satisfying himself.

He proceeds to pepper my stomach with kisses and then drags his tongue lower. One thing Hawke is amazing at is pleasing a woman. And he knows it. He always takes his time with a woman’s body and treasures every inch of it, not just with his hands but with his mouth as well. I think it’s one of the reasons I’ve always struggled with other men, and I compare them to him. Not that I would ever tell him that; he doesn’t need any help in the ego department from me, that’s for sure.

His tongue moves lower to my slit, and he slides it between my folds. A moan escapes me as I bunch the dress in my fists. I’m already soaking wet for him. So while I enjoy his mouth being between my legs, my body is aching for the friction I know he can give me once his cock slides inside. He grips both of my hips as his tongue keeps sliding over my clit. My head drops back, and I pull the dress up and off until I’m naked.

“Stop,” I tell him, and he does without hesitation. “Lie down.” Again, he does what I tell him to do. He doesn’t ever question me. He stretches out on the cool tile floor as I step over him until I’m standing above his hips, his cock below me. He places both hands behind his head as if he’s relaxing, waiting for me to do something. I wonder how long I could make him lie there without trying to touch me. It’d be torturous for him, but I wouldn’t be doing myself any favors either. Since having Hawke in my life like this, I’ve become needy, as if there’s an urgency to be together as many times as possible before we won’t be able todo this anymore. It makes me almost desperate. I drop down to my knees and hover just above his cock.

“Lover,” he croons. “I’m happy to do all the work.” He winks. And I know what he’s saying is true. Instead, I lower myself until I feel him at my entrance. He keeps his hands to himself, giving me space to lower myself onto him. When he’s seated fully inside me, I take a deep breath before I lean forward, place my hands on his tattooed chest, and start rocking my hips back and forth.

“Fuck, woman.” He growls but doesn’t touch me. He lets me do whatever I want to do. I ride him, and he lets me. Even when I can feel myself building and building, he makes no move to touch me. But as I look down at his face, I see he’s biting his lip, and I can tell that he’s restraining himself from touching me, letting me have complete control. I’ve never once noticed him let another woman take charge. Deep down, it makes me want to believe I’m special, but I focus on what we have now.

“Touch me,” I command, and reach for his hand to place it on my tit. I know he fucking loves my tits and my ass; I always catch him staring at them. He doesn’t waste any time as his hands cover both my tits, and they fill his palms. He takes them between his fingers and starts rolling my nipples as he shifts himself to sit up against the wall. I don’t stop my movements as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He bites it and proceeds to bite all around my breast, and I know I’m going to have teeth marks all over me, which only turns me on more.

He’s so in tune with my body because the moment my orgasm begins to crest, his lips slam onto mine as if coaxing it out of me, demanding that I give him everything. He consumes me, not letting me ride out this wave without every part of him being right there with me. He always reminds me who’s making me feel this way.

The first orgasm that hits me breaks me apart as he devours me whole, grabbing my hips and rocking us back and forth tokeep the momentum. I feel another build straight after the first, despite how sensitive I am. But he doesn’t give me time to breathe or think. He just takes and gives, and I suddenly can’t even remember why I’m mad at him. He just keeps my hips rocking, and his mouth devouring mine. Branding me from the inside out.

CHAPTER 33

Hawke

She collapses onto my chest, spent and completely done, but I’m far from finished. I pick her up, my very hard cock staying lodged inside of her, and take her to the living room. I set her on her feet, turn her around so her ass is facing me, then bend her over the chair. I slap her hard on both her ass cheeks before I thrust back in, pounding into her, trying my hardest to blow a load on her. Fuck, my dick feels red and raw.

“How about you take the condom off?” she pants, and I freeze, my hands locked on her hips. She looks at me over her shoulder. “We’ve been at this for an hour. Let me have a water break or something.”

I pull out of her, staring down at my dick, confused.What the fuck, man? You literally have the most beautiful woman in the world bent over in front of you, and you’re not going to take advantage of it?

“Hawke,” Ivy says, clicking her fingers in front of me. “It’s not falling off.”

“It’s not getting off either,” I grumble as I whip the condom off. “You’re not going to run away again if we don’t wear protection?”

Her eyebrows furrow, and I wonder if I missed something again. Did it have nothing to do with the condom in the first place?

She takes a seat on the couch, and I’m confused at first, then she pats the seat beside her and says, “Let’s talk for a second.”

“You want me to talk about my feelings while my dick is splitting in two?” I ask incredulously and stare back at Hawke Junior.

“Yeah, it might help the little fella,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek.

“Don’t ever call him little when he’s in the room,” I retort, grabbing her by the hips and setting her on my lap. Her breath hitches as she casually grabs my cock and slowly strokes it between us. Fuck, it feels so good. I need to come.

In her, preferably. Always in her.

“I didn’t run because we weren’t using condoms,” she states. “I just thought we needed space.”

“Space?” I ask, and her hand clamps firmly around my cock to keep me in place.

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