Page 39 of Mischievous Lies

My cock is pressing against my zipper as I roll my hips into her, pleasantly surprised when she matches my rhythm.

I look down at her, those blue eyes twinkling with desire and mischief. It’s what I’ve always loved most about her. Those fuck-me eyes. That sexual gaze that oozes with confidence and damnation. She’s perfect in so many fucking ways.

I trail my hand up her inner thigh, intoxicated by the way her breath hitches, but she doesn’t look away. No, this woman has never shied away from my touch or intensity. I continue gliding my palm along her skin until I can push aside the tiny booty shorts that wreak havoc on my mind, only to discover she’s not wearing any panties.Fucking perfect.

I slide a finger into her, satisfied at the way her body arches and her lips part, but she still doesn’t look away. I insert a second finger, pumping into her in a lazy rhythm, studying her every sharp breath and the way her hips roll greedily into my hand.

“Coat my hand like a good girl,” I demand as her pussy begins to saturate my hand. Her body’s naturally getting ready for me, and I can’t wait to slam my cock inside her, branding her from the inside out.

I’ve waited fucking years for this.

To feel her around my cock again. To worship what has been the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, fuck me, Hawke,” she whispers, and her expression twists between absolute pleasure and confusion. I love how she looks when I please her. I lean back as I gently rub her clit with my thumb. I’m not willing to let her come yet; that will be reserved for my cock as she squeezes everything out of me.

She seems to get frustrated as my pace slows, and I smirk as I undo my belt. Her gaze snaps to my hand, transfixed, but I hear no complaints.

“Not going to fight me on this today?” I arch an eyebrow as I rub circles on her clit. Her eyes flash with heat and defiance. She wants to deny this tension between us, but I knew my girl would break eventually. Something like this has to be seen through to the end.

“Are you ready for Hawke Junior?”

Her head hits the back of the couch, and she laughs. “You can’t still seriously be calling him that.”

I remove my hand, and she raises her head, pissed off by the immediate loss. I stand up, and she grabs my wrist. “You’re not done here, are you?”

I smirk as I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom. I rip at it with my teeth and say around the wrapper. “Sounding needy there, lover.”

She relaxes back as I step out of my jeans and boxers. My cock springs free, and she stares at it with appreciation. I remove my shirt, and she bites her bottom lip, her gaze roaming over me from head to toe. I roll the condom over my cock as I yank at her foot, but she fights me.

“No. You sit down,” she says. My jaw clenches. I much prefer fucking the woman. She raises a perfect brow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you wantHawke Juniorto become a man or not?”

I throw my head back and laugh, then do exactly as I’m told. I sit to enjoy the show as she stands in front of me and removes her top. I salivate at those perfect tits. Then her hands glide down her sides as she pushes down those ridiculous booty shorts that gave me a semi the moment I saw them.

She’s naked, her curves on full display, ready for my hands to grab and squeeze. There’s so much of her that’s perfectly built for me. She’s the furthest thing from breakable and the closest thing to insatiable.

Ivy places her hands on either side of my shoulders, straddling my hips. She’s spread wide to fit my size as she looks down at Hawke Junior between us, and I can’t help but smirk. I know I have a big cock. I fucking love it; it’s literally the best. What I love more is watching her slowly lower her hips and line her cunt up to its tip.

She pushes herself down, her pussy squeezing around my cock, so painfully tight that a guttural growl escapes me. She breathes through it until she’s taken all of me, and then her gaze snaps back to mine.

Oh fuck. I clamp down on her hips for a second, shocked by the fact that I almost immediately want to come. That’s never happened before.

“I’m in charge here,” she purrs, almost angrily, and I’m too embarrassed to admit I’m about to shoot my load.Come on, Hawke Junior, get your shit together.

“This time, lover,” I say smoothly, brushing one of my hands against her cheek and then grabbing the back of her neck. Her body moves to my touch. She’s alive and breathing right beneath my fingertips, and the impending doom of blowing a load with one stroke passes.

It just goes to show how perfect this woman is for me. How much I’ve held out for her. My fingers at her waist dig in as she lifts herself and then lowers again, finding her own pleasure on my cock, riding me like a fucking bull.

I love the way Ivy oozes power and takes what she wants from me. If this is what she’ll allow me to have, I’ll take it for now because I know I’m going to take so much more from her, like it’s my hellbent mission to destroy her.

Ivy’s hands roam over my chest, her perfectly manicured nails clawing my skin as her momentum picks up. My hips naturally match her rhythm, meeting her every thrust, slamming into her from below. The slapping sound of our bodies meeting is the perfect accompaniment to our feverish fucking.

“Oh, fuck me,” she curses as her eyes roll into the back of her head and she leans back. I’m so used to flipping women into different positions, but this is so perfect that I don’t want to change a thing as we fuck each other into oblivion.

Her ass bounces on my thighs as I pull her in by the throat, kissing her, devouring her, selfishly wanting to swallow her every moan and acknowledgment thatI’mdoing this to her. That this is howI’mmaking her feel.

“You’re going to make me come,” she says breathlessly, looking dazed and almost confused. It was almost the same the first time we fucked. I think neither of us knew whatwas happening. That we were surprised we were so perfectly matched.

“Soak my fucking cock,” I demand as I bite her bottom lip and tug. Fuck, I need her cum all over me, rewarding me.

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