Page 51 of Hawke

She was so wet, her arousal dripping from her like honey. I couldn’t get enough of her. I lapped at her pussy before moving to her clit. My tongue traced slow circles around it before I drew it into my mouth, drawing a ragged cry from her.

“Oh, yes.” She even tried to angle her hips to where she wanted them.

I had told her there would be no rules tonight, but it didn’t mean I was relinquishing complete control to her. That was something I just couldn’t do. I pinched the outside of her thigh, causing her to stop squirming. Another whimper escaped her lips as I returned to my earlier actions, then speared her.

Charlotte’s taste exploded on my tongue as I fucked her with it. I had only intended to sample her, but now I was eating at her like a starving man. While I had rarely had sex in recent months, it wasn’t because of that. Deep down inside, I knew what this really was. What it had to be. This was more like a last meal, and that realization made me pause.

“So close,” she told me, trying once again to take from me what she wanted.

The others had also taken what they had wanted before, over and over again. I fought against the urge to pull away from her, and what I knew would be our final time together. The only thing stopping my flight response from winning out was the reminder that Charlotte wasn’t like those evil monsters from my past. She was my light, not my darkness.

Still, I seemed paralyzed. My own hands shook slightly as I reached for her legs, intending to push her away. The sweet essence of her arousal, however, was like a pheromone, drawing me closer to her once more.

“Come for me, Charlotte,” I told her as I lowered my mouth to her pussy and resumed ravenously eating at her wet flesh.

She dug her nails into my scalp while riding my mouth. The sounds coming from her as she tried to let her climax build were ones I hoped to never erase. As my mouth captured her clit, I inserted two fingers inside her.

“Yesss,” she cried out, her body bucking against my face. I felt the rush of fluids on my fingers, finally releasing the small bud from her mouth so I could taste her cum.

I kept driving my fingers toward the one spot that’d send her hurtling over the edge again. When I found it, her entire body froze for a few seconds before she called out my name. I ignored it, attacking the small bundle of nerves with my fingers until she finally came again, this time coating my chin as well with her release.

I then set her feet onto the edge of the desk as I rolled the chair back. When I stood up, my eyes immediately were drawn back to her. Charlotte was lying on her back, a thin sheen of perspiration coating nearly every inch of her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I hadn’t meant to share that with her, but did anyway. Charlotte’s eyes opened and I saw a hint of a smile playing on her soft lips. She raised her hand to brush a few damp strands out of her eyes, but I beat her to it. Grabbing her arm, I pinned it to the desk beside her.

Her breathing became deeper, especially when I covered her body and pressed my mouth to hers. I teased her bottom lip with my tongue. Her lips parted, her own tongue coming out to tangle with mine. I drew hers into my mouth as my hands slid beneath her body. I lifted her up into a seated position, never breaking the intimate contact.

I brushed her hair off to one side, tracing her skin. Before tonight was over, I planned to trace every inch of her body so she’d be forever ingrained into my memory. I didn’t want to remember her any other way than how we were now. My fingertips danced over her skin as I used them to memorize the softness of it. Slowly, I dragged them down her neck, across her shoulder, and down her arm.

My hands weren’t the only ones moving. She dragged hers up and down my chest before she finally dipped her fingers into my towel. The cloth fell apart, then slipped down my legs. Charlotte didn’t stop there, though. Her tiny hands wrapped around my cock, drawing a groan from me.

I pulled back to allow her better access. Her hands were so soft, and my head fell back onto my shoulders as Charlotte slowly stroked me. At first, I was in the moment, but then something shifted. I no longer felt the gentleness of her touch.

Instead, it was Florence’s hand wrapped around my shaft. A sense of panic welled up inside me. She must not have sensed my change in mood, or if she did, she didn’t let on. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t ignore the visions or pretend as if my world wasn’t crashing down around me.

I tried to focus on the memories from a few minutes earlier when Charlotte had been lying on her back, an expression of satiation on her gorgeous face. I tried picturing eyes as blue and deep as the sea, ones I could lose myself in, yet just like that, it was over. Her hand was gone, and I felt bereft but not sickened.

“My turn,” she told me, her voice echoing in the enclosed space, which was getting smaller and tighter by the moment. I watched as she slid down the length of my body, then knelt on the towel which had once covered me.

“Charlotte.” I was about to stop her, but she already had her lips wrapped around my cock. Warm... Soft... Wet... She was touching me the way I had always dreamed she would, but felt a hundred times better than I had ever imagined which I never would have thought could be possible.

Maybe if I focus on this, everything else will fade away.

I closed my eyes and drifted back to our last scene. She’d taken every inch of my cock as I fucked her beautiful mouth. It was different now, however, because she was acting as more than a warm receptacle. She was a woman, and one determined to bring me pleasure I told her didn’t exist. No matter how many times I tried telling myself that, I never truly allowed myself to believe it.

As long as I kept reminding myself that this was Charlotte, I might be able to make it through this. She wasn’t Florence, Eleanor, Pat, George, or any of the other buyers. She was my only hope at salvation, but even that started to slip away as the walls closed in around me, the weight of them threatening to crush me entirely.

The air in the room swept over my skin, which was rapidly dampening with sweat. This was one hell of a time to have a panic attack, but I felt it coming on, anyway. Desperate to calm myself in any way that I could, I tried to focus on the woman on her knees in front of me. It shouldn’t have been so damn difficult because Charlotte’s mouth was heaven. It was warm, wet, and the way her tongue ran down the length of the vein on the underside of my shaft, it nearly made me groan out loud.

And then I did, or at least it sounded like I had. It was then I realized that I wasn’t responding to her, but one of the women Florence would bring by.Fuck!I was losing it completely, and my rage toward the events that had shaped me into the monster I became would potentially cause me to harm the only goodness to have ever touched me. I no longer saw her, only them.

Doing what I had to do, I placed my hands in Charlotte’s hair, then pulled her mouth off my cock. At this point, my breathing was heavy, erratic, and my chest ached with the constraint it took to hold her head so close to me, but not let her continue. She exhaled, her warm breath tickling my shaft. My gaze dropped to her, and she was looking up at me with a look that was part sadness and part confusion.

I brushed my hand over her cheek. Charlotte turned her head into it, but otherwise said or did nothing else. My breathing started to regulate as I returned to the moment and was able to stay there with her.

“Are you okay?” she finally asked me.

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