39. Chapter 39
Chapter 39
I slipped the ring through my left nipple and secured it. I’d had the piercing done years ago, and had to put jewelry in often to keep it from closing up. When I heard footsteps approaching, I flicked on the video camera in the corner. I didn’t want to miss a fucking thing.
A knock sounded on the black door, and I smiled in anticipation as I opened it to find Mallori standing there, clasping the front of her short robe around her. She blinked up at me with shy, aqua eyes.
“Hi.”
“I like you with your hair down, Bee.” I sifted my fingers through the warm strands. She must have just blow-dried it. Taking her small hand in my large one, I guided her inside and closed the door.
Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the video camera I had set up and the new silver silky sheets I’d purchased that morning.
“If you don’t like anything I do, you can tell me to stop at any time,” I assured her. “Don’t be shy about telling me what you need.”
She nestled into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her slim body. The beat of her heart was fast and hard against my abdomen, and I rested my lips on the top of her head, sensing she needed a few minutes to acclimate .
When Mal looked up at me again, a small smile crept across her face as she slipped the robe off her shoulders, revealing her tan shoulders. Ah, yes. My little seductress had decided to make an appearance.
“You look gorgeous,” I said, unable to pull my eyes from her as I took her robe and tossed it onto a chair. She was wearing the satin bra and panty set I’d bought her, the material a champagne color that brought out the highlights in her blonde hair. I’d immediately thought of her when I saw it in the lingerie store. It wasn’t overtly sexy on the hanger; the outfit had more of an understated allure, much like the woman wearing it. It was perfect for her.
Bending my head, I kissed her, long and deep. Her body responded to mine instantly, the scent of her arousal soaking the air around us. My erection pounded inside my black lounge pants that sat low on my hips, and I was grateful I’d decided to go commando tonight. Give my man some room to breathe.
Pulling back, I gazed down at her. “Will you get on your knees for me, Bee?” Normally, I would demand it, but with her past trauma regarding the action, I wanted to be cautious with her.
In response, she sank to her knees in front of me, looking like a goddamn dream. “Take it out,” I croaked, and her soft fingers slid down my torso and hooked in my waistband.
Within seconds, her warm mouth was surrounding me, and I sawed my hips back and forth in measured thrusts. Mallori was fascinated by my cock piercings; every time I was in her mouth, her small tongue toyed with them, only heightening my pleasure. It made me want to take it slow so I didn’t miss a single lick or flick.
I touched her face while she sucked me. “That’s so good, pretty girl. You know just how I like it.”
She moaned around me, lapping up every drop of pre-ejaculate that I was dripping on her tongue. Her hands began to roam. I loved when she did that, her mouth pleasuring my dick while her fingers stroked and enticed the rest of my body with her touch.
Her hand paused when she discovered the ring through my nipple, and then she gave it a tentative tug. “Fuck. Yes,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “I like that, Bee.”
She inserted her slim pinky finger through the ring and curled it, stretching my nipple and hardening my cock further in the process. At the same time, she fisted the base of my erection, squeezing the part her mouth couldn’t quite take as her head bobbed faster.
So many fucking sensations. Her hand, the nipple piercing, and god… that hot little mouth of hers, sucking me in and out. My lids felt heavy as I gazed down at her, on her knees and blowing me like a goddamn champ. She was fucking beautiful like this, lips stretched wide around my thickness and wetness gathering at the corners of her eyes.
I threaded my fingers through her long honeyed hair, the strands like warm silk against my rough fingers, and I urged her on with a strong grip against the back of her scalp.
“Look at me, Mallori.” Her watery eyes rose to mine, and my cock twitched in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around me in response, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. “You’re my good little cock sucker, aren’t you?” I growled, and she nodded, taking me to the back of her tight throat.
She gagged a little, and my sick brain loved the sound, wanting to hear it again. I pushed deeper, earning me another squelching noise from her throat before she relaxed it and took another inch .
My buttocks tightened and released as I began to fuck her mouth, my thrusts becoming wild and uncontrolled.
“I. Love. Fucking. This. Pretty. Face,” I panted. “Your mouth is so fucking sweet, baby.”
Mallori’s cheeks hollowed with her intense suction, and my eyelids fluttered with my impending release. “Stop, Mal. I’m…”
But she continued, squeezing the base of my dick and not letting me go as her aqua gaze remained locked on mine. The little wench knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she liked it. Liked having this control and power over me.
And for some unnamed reason, I didn’t mind it. “God, baby girl. I’m about to come in your mouth. You need to stop.”
She didn’t. She went harder, faster, and I could feel my cock straining to contain my thick load. When she tugged the nipple ring to the edge of pain, I absolutely couldn’t hold back another second, spilling myself into her hot, sucking mouth with a roar of pleasure.
“Goddamn,” I breathed, tilting my face to the ceiling as she continued drinking me down. “Why don’t you fucking do what I tell you?”
She pulled off me with a pop and swiped her tongue over a rogue droplet of my release on her bottom lip. “Because I didn’t want to.”
I stared down at her incredulously before hooking my hands beneath her armpits and lifting her to her feet.
“What the hell does that mean?” I growled.
Her coquettish smile made my knees weaker than they already were. “You said I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, and… I didn’t want to stop. ”
My eyebrows lifted even as I chuckled at her loophole. “I did say that.” My thumb traced the swollen curve of her bottom lip. “I still think you need to be punished for—”
“For sucking you off?”
This woman… I had to fight my grin. Why the hell did I like her challenging me? “What do you think your punishment should be?”
“You’re a smart man,” she said, patting my cheek with a placating hand. “I’m sure you’ll come up with—”
Her sentence was cut off by a loud squeal when I wrapped an arm around her waist and scooped her wriggling body beneath my arm like I was carrying a football.
“Hawk! What are you doing?” she screeched, smacking at my abs with ineffective hands.
“Teaching you a lesson,” I shot back, sitting on the edge of the bed and draping her face down over my legs. When she continued to squirm, I smacked her ass—on the lower part of the cheek because I was saving the round part for what I had planned next.
Mallori gasped, but when I spread her legs with my hands, I could see wetness darkening the satin crotch of her panties. Mmm, fuck yeah.
Pinning her to my thighs with a thick forearm across her back, I tugged down her panties until they were binding her thighs. There was something so fucking sexy about spanking a woman with her underwear half on, her ass bared for me.
I reached for the paddle resting on the nightstand where I’d left it earlier and turned it over in my hand, smiling at the customization on one side. I’d found a place to have it made exactly the way I wanted, and the guy had done a wonderful job .
It was small and black, and there were four letters deeply cut into the soft leather on one side, a backward K, followed by W, A, and H.
My Little Bee had stilled, and I could sense that her anticipation was as high as mine. Rubbing the smooth side of the paddle against the pale skin of her ass, I let that anticipation build and build before flipping it to the other side.
Then I pulled back my hand and brought the paddle down on her ass, groaning when it turned red instantly, except where the cutouts were. HAWK was imprinted on Mallori’s right butt cheek, making it even more perfect than it was before I spanked it.
“Fuck,” she bit out, her hands clutching onto my calf. I waited for her reaction, and I got the exact one I wanted when her wet little cunt dripped down her leg.
“One more?” I asked, my voice full of grit. My corneas burned with dryness because I couldn’t even bring myself to blink. I was too focused on my name imprinted on her ass, my hand twitching to give her a matching one on the other side.
She whimpered a soft yes, and I didn’t hesitate, smacking her left cheek with a hard crack. A cry of ecstasy ripped from her throat a split second before a flood of her arousal dripped from her pussy and onto the floor.
“Goddamn, Bee,” I growled, tossing the paddle aside and running my fingers through her soaked sex. “Look how you gush for me. I’m going to have to mop the fucking floor.”
Unable to hold back another second, I yanked her panties the rest of the way off and threw them aside. Then I tossed her on the bed, snapping, “Face down, ass up,” while I stripped off my pants in less than a second .
She did exactly as I asked—for once. Her pretty red ass with my marks was high in the air, and I smoothed my hands over the sensitive skin as I kneeled behind her. Nudging her knees until they were obscenely wide, I positioned my cock at her entrance and took her deep with one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” I grunted, gritting my teeth against the need to come already. Mallori was the vision of every dirty sex fantasy I’d ever had. Hair scattered wildly across the sheets. Chest to the bed with her backside presented for me. That red, red ass with my name on it, proclaiming brightly that she belonged to me.
At least for now , a tiny voice said inside my brain, and I shook my head to shoo the thought away. I didn’t want to think about what came after…
Pulling my hips back, I slammed into her again, loving that I had to force my cock through her tight tunnel. She was wet as hell, but I hadn’t given her any time to adjust to my size, and the pressure around my cock was indescribable.
My hands gripped her waist with a force that I knew would leave bruises tomorrow, and I took a sick satisfaction from that. I wanted to leave my marks on her body. Wanted to remind her where I’d been after my name faded from her ass overnight.
“Tate,” she moaned, and the need in her voice only made me harder. I drove into her over and over, taking her exactly how I wanted as her hands scrabbled and clutched at the sheets.
And the entire time, my eyes were laser-focused on my name decorating her pretty ass. Until I heard a cracking sound and glanced up to see that the headboard had hit the wall so hard, there was a fracture in the drywall.
Fuck it. The entire house could come down on our heads, and I wouldn’t let up for even a second.
I reached up and wrapped my hand in her hair, pulling until her neck arched back and I could see her face, flushed and ruddy.
“You are so goddamn pretty, Little Bee, taking me like a good fucking girl. Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours,” she panted, rocking back against my slamming hips.
“Damn straight.” I wasn’t sure I’d ever been deeper inside a woman, and her wet tightness fit me like a glove.
Mallori’s lips parted on a sound that was almost a howl as she clenched me so hard I saw stars. Then her body began to tremble, head to toe, as an intense orgasm weakened her legs. She fell forward, and I rode her down to the mattress, covering her body with my own, fucking her through her climax with rough hips.
I brushed her hair away from her face and stretched her arms over her head, holding them down with my own hands as my mouth went to her neck, growling in her ear as her small body writhed beneath my weight.
“I love fucking my pretty little slut. Stretching her perfect cunt until she can’t take any more.”
She was still coming, her loud moans combining with the sounds of hard fucking. The slap of my hips against her ass. The squeak of the bedsprings. The slam of the headboard further damaging the wall.
And of course, the filth that was pouring out of my mouth.
“You’re strangling my cock, baby. Your pussy is eating me up like she was starving for a good fucking. I’m going to feed her my cum. Fill her so full, I’ll still be dripping down your legs next week.”
Her slick inner walls clamped around me until I could barely move, and fuck me, is she coming again?
That triggered my own climax, and I buried my face in the mattress beside hers as I released my load deep inside her, my cock throbbing with every spurt.
“God, Mallori. Christ, you make me feel so good.”
Her response was muffled, and I realized I was probably crushing her. Pulling out slowly—and very reluctantly—I rolled onto my back and hauled her on top of me. Her hips shifted, and she reached between us to put my semi-hard cock back inside her before settling her head on my chest.
Which was about the hottest thing ever.
Mallori was a sweaty, beautiful mess of blonde hair and flushed skin. And her smile—that sleepy, satisfied curve of her lips when she looked up at me—made my heart rate almost double. Which I couldn’t really afford because it was already beating faster than racehorse’s after our activities.
I brushed the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “You okay, Bee?”
“Mmhmm, but I think we broke your house.” Her eyes flitted to the wall behind the headboard.
Stretching my neck around, I found two huge cracks in the wall. “Huh. Know of any good contractors?”
“My Uncle Sean.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure telling Cam’s dad that his niece is such a wildcat in bed she almost took down an entire house would not be a wise idea.”
She giggled. “True. At least your bed is strong. ”
“I’m thinking I might need to reinforce the frame as long as you’re around.”
Mal grew quiet for a long moment, and I wondered if she was thinking about the as long as you’re around portion of my comment. Because I was, and I wasn’t sure why. We were just having sex. Given, it was incredibly hot sex, but still…
She broke the silence, kissing my pierced nipple. “I didn’t know you had this.”
“I don’t usually wear it because it shows through my shirts. I have a small one I wear to keep it open.”
“I like it. It’s sexy,” she said, lapping at it with the flat of her tongue.
“So are you,” I murmured, brushing her hair behind one ear as something stirred down below. My recovery time when I was with Mallori was unprecedented. I usually needed at least an hour before I was ready to go again, but the feel of her surrounding me made me want to roll on top of her and take her again and again, like I was a horny teenager.
“Can I say something weird?” she asked, and I chuckled.
“Don’t you always?”
She smacked my chest even as her cheeks pinkened. “I like…” Clearing her throat, she scrunched her cute nose shyly. “I like the sounds when we’re having sex.” I raised an eyebrow and she continued. “There’s something so hot about the squeaking of a bed. And the headboard banging. And your dirty talk.”
I couldn’t hold back my grin. “I had the same thought earlier. It’s like all the noises combine and make a soundtrack.”
Mal giggled. “Hawk and Little Bee: The Musical.”
Hawk and Little Bee .
I pressed my lips against hers before I did something stupid… like admit how much I liked hearing our names together like that.