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She mumbled incoherently, her throat widening and relaxing until it opened and welcomed my cock.

Goddess.

How in Hades did I deserve this?

Chapter Thirty-Five

Delilah

Somewomenmaythinkbeing on your knees and taking a cock in your mouth would be considered weak, maybe even degrading to our gender.

Well, I had something to tell them.

It was not.

It was power.

His hands trembled. His legs quaked, and his breaths came in uneven, heavy pants.

I was the one giving him his pleasure, and I could take it all away.

“I didn’t know you could be so sadistic,”the voice purred in my ear.“We will get along just fine.”

I lifted an eyebrow in surprise. I had to concentrate hard to make sense of what she was trying to tell me. Before I could think further, I pulled my skirt above my thighs and rubbed my throbbing clit furiously.

Lost in my thoughts, reveling in my selfish pleasure, I felt his hand rest upon my head. He caressed it lovingly, like he was afraid to push me any farther down.

I mean, there isn’t much more my mouth can take. I was stuck at the top of his knot.

His other hand braced against the tree the deeper I sucked. His claws dug into the wood. His sharpened nails buried themselves deeper, digging into the fibers of the bark. As I hummed he ripped and shattered the remaining log-like root with his claws.

He scattered pieces of the root as he groaned. “Fuck yes, Sunshine, just like that!”

Hawke’s groans, his sighs of pleasure urged me to continue my vicious assault on his cock. The smoothness of his skin, along with the ridges of his veins as I slid my tongue upward, made my thighs tighten, and my arousal drip down my leg.

Going without any underwear was a good choice, because wet underwear wasn’t the best feeling.

But now I had another problem. My poor breasts were about to pop out of this dang corset. How women wore them in the old days, I would never know. The leather was rough against my aching, sensitive nipples. From the combined sweat and my constant movement, it rubbed my skin in all the wrong places. The constant bending over, bouncing my head, becoming far too much.

“Please, Sunshine, let me see those glorious tits,”Hawke moaned, the sweat on his brow gleamed as the stray rays of sunlight hit his forehead. “Give those babies some air.”

“He would like that, wouldn’t he?”she mocked.

Her words weren’t just words anymore. She was the one doing the actions now, and since we started this game, she was in control. From climbing the tree, from pushing Hawke on his back, to taking him into our mouth, she was the one fulfilling a fantasy I would have never conjured on my own.

“I suppose we could listen to him, just this once. Besides, you don’t know how to wear or lace a corset correctly.” She led our fingers in between our breasts, untangling the laces.

I felt my fingers slipping over the string as flashes of light and dark filled my vision.

The fuzzy picture came into view and my mind was filled with the vivid image of a blue periwinkle corset adorned with white flowers. A traditional, old-fashioned dress that you would see from a historical film laid before me. The dress swayed as the woman rocked back and forth in front of the mirror as she admired herself.

The woman’s long, blonde, hair laid over one shoulder in a braid and a raised bite mark sat on the other. It was fresh, red, and she traced it with her finger. She smiled and when she turned; it was my face staring back.

Oh, my god.

Suddenly, the image was no more, and my back bent as I allowed the corset to slide off my body.

Instead of Hawke snarling and lunging at me like a predator, he merely stared at me as if he was looking at me for the first time.

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