33. Hawke
Hawke
S he collapses onto my chest, spent and completely done, but I’m far from finished.
I pick her up, my very hard cock staying lodged inside of her, and take her to the living room.
I set her on her feet, turn her around so her ass is facing me, then bend her over the chair.
I slap her hard on both her ass cheeks before I thrust back in, pounding into her, trying my hardest to blow a load on her. Fuck, my dick feels red and raw.
“How about you take the condom off?” she pants, and I freeze, my hands locked on her hips. She looks at me over her shoulder. “We’ve been at this for an hour. Let me have a water break or something.”
I pull out of her, staring down at my dick, confused. What the fuck, man? You literally have the most beautiful woman in the world bent over in front of you, and you’re not going to take advantage of it?
“Hawke,” Ivy says, clicking her fingers in front of me. “It’s not falling off.”
“It’s not getting off either,” I grumble as I whip the condom off. “You’re not going to run away again if we don’t wear protection?”
Her eyebrows furrow, and I wonder if I missed something again. Did it have nothing to do with the condom in the first place?
She takes a seat on the couch, and I’m confused at first, then she pats the seat beside her and says, “Let’s talk for a second.”
“You want me to talk about my feelings while my dick is splitting in two?” I ask incredulously and stare back at Hawke Junior.
“Yeah, it might help the little fella,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek.
“Don’t ever call him little when he’s in the room,” I retort, grabbing her by the hips and setting her on my lap. Her breath hitches as she casually grabs my cock and slowly strokes it between us. Fuck, it feels so good. I need to come.
In her, preferably. Always in her.
“I didn’t run because we weren’t using condoms,” she states. “I just thought we needed space.”
“Space?” I ask, and her hand clamps firmly around my cock to keep me in place.
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 being delivered, 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.