Page 56 of Mischievous Lies

Fuck, this is confusing, and I don’t know if she’s using my dick as a weapon against me right now.

“I’m also sorry about snapping on you when I overheard your conversation.”

“Yeah, you were in a pissy mood.”

She squeezes painfully hard, and I curse. “Okay, okay. I won’t say pissy mood.” I hold my hands up in surrender, and she smiles.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I say as I grab the back of her neck and pull her in to kiss her. Every single day without seeing her has been torture. I’ve even stood outside her apartment, staring up at her window, watching the flashes of her screens just to know she’s there and safe. With the amount of food orders beingdelivered, I knew she was in there. I don’t even know if she realizes she hadn’t ordered all her favorite foods. I had.

Hope had told me Ivy was prone to getting hyper-fixated on projects, but I was learning that my incredibly beautiful, intelligent woman will barely survive a week without someone looking after her. In all ways. My cock jumps painfully, and I growl into her mouth.

“Is your cunt ready for round five?” I ask, praying to whatever gods that I blow my load, but I’m torn between that and enjoying pounding into her sweet pussy all day.

I don’t understand why she wanted space, but I’ll speak to her in the language that I understand best, and that’s marking her from the inside out.

She laughs as she throws her head back and shakes. “You’re going to destroy me.”

I fist her hair, holding her head back, and look down on her exposed throat. “But you fucking love it. Admit it.”

Her shining blue eyes glare back at me, and she quietly whispers, “I love it.”

That snaps my last thread of patience as I lift her hips and impale her on my cock, Hawke Junior gleefully soaking in her juices, and I’m almost certain that no other pussy will make him happy ever again.

CHAPTER 34

Ivy

My pussy is sore, so fucking sore that when he pulls out of me, I have to try and think of how I can make it stop.

He’s fucked it, licked it, and smashed it with his cock and mouth. I’m not sure how much more I can actually take. I manage to step away, and when I glance down at his groin, I see his cock is still hard. I start shaking my head, and he just smirks as if he’s enjoying every moment of breaking me. But even a girl like me has her limits. I thought I had stamina, but a whole day of fucking non-stop has destroyed me from the inside out, and I can barely use my legs.

“I have to leave,” I say, finally throwing in the towel. “You need to go to the hospital for that.”

“No, don’t leave me.Please,” he whines as he tries to reach for my hand. I slip out of his grasp, then go to the kitchen to find my dress and throw it on. All the while, he practically stalks me. Viagra or not, Hawke’s stamina is unlike any man I’ve ever been with. I need to get out of this house while my pussy is still able to function.

I know the moment he grabs me again, my body will betray me, not listening to any logic. So I keep the distance between usso that he can’t fill me with his cock again. It’s not my fault he took too many Viagra, and now it’s fucked up his penis.

I scoop up my purse and head for the door. I’m not showing him any more mercy; that cock is a sinking ship right now.

“Ivy, please!” he calls out, but I choose to ignore him, pushing through the pain this asshole has battered my body with. I’m sure hours from now I’ll be grateful, but right now, my body fucking aches and my hips feel like they’ve been snapped off, trying to endure his size the whole time.

“Good luck. You know, with that.” I point to his cock and quickly shut the door behind me. I hear him laugh, which also kind of sounds like he’s about to cry, as I head to the car. He pulls the front door open, throws his hands up in the air, and screams my name, completely naked.

“Come back! We aren’t done! You can’t be serious, Ivy!”

I laugh as I drive away because there’s no chance in hell that I’m turning around.

I haven’t even pulled through the gate at the end of his driveway before he’s calling me. He continues to call, and I ignore him, with very little sympathy as I pray for my pussy.

As soon as I’m home, I run a bath, not even waiting for the tub to fill up because my first priority is letting my sore pussy soak. She worked overtime today.

I sigh as I relax back in the water, a small smile curving my lips as I think about all the positions he had me in. Hawke loves to put me in weird positions, and I love it as well.

Today was strange. I was mad at him—still am, I think—but he was able to take me out of my head for a while and prevented me from obsessing about not being able to move forward until I see Jared.

My phone continues to ring, buzzing on the bathroom counter, so I lower myself deeper into the water until it coversmy head and muffles the sound. I lie there, finally letting my mind decompress.

So much has changed, particularly because of one big oaf who keeps getting himself and his dick into trouble. Bubbles escape my mouth and rise to the water’s surface as I laugh. Only Hawke would do something as stupid as taking three Viagra. It’s fucking ridiculous. And hilarious.

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