Page 18 of Desiderium
Hawk’s normally the romantic, happy-go-lucky, Casanova-type, so I’m momentarily caught off guard at his filthy commands. After a second’s hesitation on my part, and a smolder from fucking Heaven from Hawk, I eagerly set my brain to obey, moving off the bed and onto the floor to gain a better position.
His cock bounces in anticipation as my face levels with it. I can’t help myself. I wasn’t lying when I said I was starving. Without waiting for him to make the move, I take him down, his entire length, to the back of my throat and devour him, half choking myself in the process.
It’s messy.
It’s primal.
It’s dirty.
But, oh, how I fucking love it.
The sounds I make when I gag on his cock. The drool spilling out of the corners of my mouth. The tears falling from my eyes from the strain of taking him so deeply. I love being the best prize I can be for him. And when I look up to Hawk’s face, I know he loves it, too.
“Fuck yes, just like that. JUST. LIKE. THAT. Oh, you take my dick so well. Fucking perfect,” he groans and gasps. I love the way he falls apart for me. Loses himself to me. I take a deep breath and plunge all the way down on him, opening my throat and pressing his cock as far as it will go. With his hips pressing against my lips, I focus on pressing my nails into my skin—a simple distraction with one singular purpose: so I can keep him in my throat as long as possible. The noises spewing from his lips are enough to make me want to suffocate myself on his length.
“Holy... fuck. Oh my God. Oh...SHIT,” he cries out.
Reluctantly yet frantically, he pulls me away, a trail of spit connecting my lips to his cock, his hand gripped tightly in my hair as he grits his teeth at me. “Get your ass up here, you beautiful, cock hungry, little whore.” He pauses and tilts his head to the side, shocked at his own words. His eyes widen as he strangles his dick in his other hand. “Ooooh, holy fucking shit...,” he breathes roughly, shutting his eyes tightly and blowing out measured, calming breaths. “No wonder Cole talks like this...turning my own damn self on,” he mutters under his breath, surprised at his own reaction.
You would think him calling me such things would turn me off, but through our experimentations with one another, it’s quite the opposite. We’ve learned that I’mabsolutely mad for some praising degradation. And with regards to Hawk’s words? Oh yeah... it’s definitely working. And looking at the way he’s teetering on the edge, barely holding on? I can’t keep myself from capitalizing on the prize. I grab my breasts in my palms and squeeze, moaning up at him, urging him to continue; to not hold back; to give me all of him and more.
“Ooooh, you’re gonna get it. Such a good girl but at the same time.... So. Fucking. Bad,” he growls out before continuing his claim.
With his hand still fisting my hair, he guides me back onto the bed until I’m on all fours in front of him. My ass, high in the air and ready for him to take whatever he wants. An obedient doll, ready and waiting to please.
Pain erupts as his hand connects with my ass cheek, but immediately soothes as he caresses the mark with his palm. “This fucking ass.... All fucking mine. But first—”
I don’t have a moment to comprehend his words before the long lick of his tongue on my slit registers. “Fuck me!”
“Soon sweetheart. Patience. This pussy tastes too good to deny it worthy affection.” He groans, twisting his tongue around, coaxing out more and more of my arousal. “Absolutely fucking delicious. Every damn time.” His large hands grip my hips from behind as he laps at me, clit to ass. I feel his tongue prod at my pussy, stretching it as he feasts, before moving along to another hole.
The strangled moan I release as his tongue presses past my crack and circles my ass is beyond carnal. I can’thelp myself as I press my ass further against his face, silently pleading with him to devour me entirely. I’m close... so close.
But then the asshole pulls away again.
“No!!!!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Beg me for it.”
“Please! Please! Please!” I’m dizzy with desire and all I want to do is come. At this point, I’d do anything he asked of me.
“That’s more like it.”
“Aah! Shit!” I scream as Hawk plunges his cock directly into my soaking pussy with one deep hard thrust. There’s no adjustment. No waiting. He takes what’s his, pounding through me with a force so powerful—one that shifts the bed along the hardwood floors so brutally—I’m positive they can hear us downstairs. His rhythm is ruthless, unyielding, but oh so satisfyingly perfect.
The hard slaps of skin on skin and our heavy breathing fill the room, overpowering everything else, including myself. I barely get a sound out other than the occasional groan, moan, or mewl, reduced to animalistic noises rather than encouraging words. I come once, twice, three times, absolutely covering him in my juices before I begin to melt. He’s rendered me incapacitated and I submit to his pleasurable direction and use of my body.
“That’s a good fucking girl. Relax into it. You always take me so well.” He caresses my hips, squeezing my curves here and there as he slows his movements, undulatingmore than thrusting. “Think you can take more?” His fingertips skim between my ass cheeks, searching for new possibilities for the evening.
I’m exhausted, but the sensations his fingers create wake me even out of my deepest slumber with a greedy, insatiable moan. “Yeah?” he asks. As an answer, I arch my back, unmistakably pressing myself further towards his digit. “Fuck yeah, you can take more. My insatiable woman.” He pulls out of me and goes to his bag on the floor, pulling out a bottle before returning to the mess formerly known as me on the bed. Upending the bottle, he pours the lube all over his fingers before positioning them at my opening again. “Go ahead then, fuck yourself with my fingers. Show me just how much you want my cock in that ass.”
My eyes just about cross as I do as he asks. On all fours. Pressing back. Fucking my own ass with the press of his finger.
Then two.
Then three.
His other hand wraps around me, toying with my clit. I’m about two point five seconds away from erupting all over again when he pulls his fingers from me. I’m shaking, ready to beg some more when, almost immediately, I feel the dense heat of him start to press in.
