Chapter 27
Chris presses his lips to the mound of my pussy and lifts my leg over his shoulder, parting me wide for him.
He spreads me even wider with his fingers, licking his lips in anticipation and groaning at the sight of my arousal.
He licks the length of my pussy, and a feral growl rattles from him.
Repeating the motion, he drags his tongue from my entrance to clit before sucking the tight little bud into his mouth.
Breathy mewls tremble from my lips, and my legs quiver as he licks, sucks, and teases between them mercilessly.
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I plead, threading my fingers through his hair and quickly tightening my hold.
“Fuck,” he groans into my pussy as he feasts on me. “Ride Daddy’s tongue, baby.”
His hands dust up and down my legs as I swirl my hips against his mouth.
Using my hold in his short hair, I steer him exactly where I need him.
I use his mouth, grinding hard against his tongue until my thighs are trembling around his head.
With one hand helping to keep me balanced over his shoulder, he uses the other to undo his pants.
His cock springs free, and he growls into my pussy.
The vibrations do me in, and I come hard with cries of my pleasure wafting into the vast void of the desert. My hips writhe against his face, and I ride out my euphoria.
“I fucking love hearing you come for me.” Chris kisses the words up my body.
My leg slides from his shoulder as he rises, coming to rest at his hip.
Gripping my thigh, he lifts me with him, and I find my back pinned against the hot metal of the Humvee with his cock easing into me. “So wet and ready for me.”
He thrusts slowly, repeatedly inching inside under the heat of the hot desert sun. His hands and lips trail over my skin, setting my skin on fire. “Mmm, Daddy… You feel so good.”
“Do you like it when I take my time?” He works his hips, pressing a little deeper. “Feeling me slowly stretching your tight little pussy around my cock?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my back arching and nipples dragging along his chest.
“Are you sure?” He withdraws, then thrusts hard, and I take the entirety of him with a breathy grunt. A dark, pleased laugh rattles from him. “Because it sounds like you like it when I make you take me.”
“I do,” I admit, shameless, loving how he fills me almost to the brink.
He works his hips slowly, languidly thrusting every inch deep inside of me. “Tell Daddy how you want it.”
“Please, Daddy… Pound my little pussy with your big cock.”
His hand lightly slaps against my cheek as he roughly grips my jaw. Pulling my gaze up toward his, he grits with a smirk, “I like this naughty fucking mouth. I want to hear more of it as you get exactly what you asked for.”
He slams into me, my back sliding against the searing-hot metal. I claw at his shoulders, clinging to him as he fucks me relentlessly. Every thrust is faster and deeper than the last, the pleasure painfully swelling at my core and desperately needing to be released.
“Come on,” Chris urges, tightening his already bruisingly tight grip on my ass. “Let me hear how fucking good Daddy makes you feel.”
A sharp cry spills over my lips when my body follows his command. My every nerve fires with pleasure, my muscles clenching as I come so hard my toes curl. His cock glides blissfully against the spasming walls of my pussy, and I can’t stop the garbled screams rising from my lungs.
“That’s a… good girl…” he pants between thrusts. “Let it out… Let it out for me.”
Sweat beads along his hairline, and his chest heaves, but he doesn’t relent. If anything, the noises he draws from me only make him take me more vigorously.
I come again and again, until I’m slick with sweat and teetering on the brink of exhaustion. “I can’t,” I pant, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.
“Scream as loud as you want, baby. I’m not stopping.
” He slows, only to drive so deep that stars momentarily blind my vision.
He repeats the motion, bottoming out so hard I don’t know whether the scream that billows from me is from pleasure or pain.
Not that it matters, because either way, I want him to do it again.
“Don’t stop…Daddy…” I beg, unsure how much more I can take.
“I’m so fucking close, baby,” he breathlessly groans against the side of my neck. “Give Daddy one more. Come with me.”
My thighs quiver against his hips, and I unfurl once more.
While holding my weight in one hand, Hawk abruptly pulls out of me.
He vigorously fists his length until ribbons of cum shoot from the thick tip, falling to the dry sand at his feet.
Plunging back into me, his mouth finds mine again.
He kisses me long and deep, stealing what little breath I have left.
I melt into him, the world narrowing to just us in this moment.
Chris pulls open the Humvee door and climbs into the rear seat. I curl up on his lap and nuzzle my head against his sweat-slickened chest. His fingers dust up and down my spine as he holds me, peppering soft kisses against the top of my head.
“I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness,” he whispers into my hair.
“Chris…”
“I don’t, baby.” He slips his finger under my chin and tips my face up toward his. “But I’m too selfish not to take both, so I’m going to spend every day earning them.”
Chris presses his lips to mine as I splay my hand over his chest. I know with as much certainty as I feel his heart thudding against my palm that the years hurt, lost time, and guilt don’t matter.
“I love you,” he vows softly. “Whether I’m beside you or halfway around the world.”