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Chapter Four
Hawk
If I don’t stop thinkingabout how Betty had her legs clasped tight around my hips, me perfectly wedged between her creamy thighs where I belong, I’m going to making a mess of my favorite pair of jeans.
I lead her from room to room, pointing out its purpose. Her eyes grow wide, swirling with curiosity, as we stop outside the double doors leading to the master suite. When she reaches for the door handles, I cover her hands with mine, and she blinks up at me from beneath her lashes. That look of innocence nearly unravels me. “Hawk?”
“Betty,” I rasp, my need to claim her reaching critical mass. If we enter the bedroom—our bedroom—we won’t be leaving it again before morning. Betty is mine and the sooner I mark her as such, the sooner I’ll be able to breathe without adding a growl deep in the back of my throat. The sight of her shapely legs teasing me beneath the hem of her dress has my cock hardening more and more with every passing second. I plan to be between those legs before the sun sets.
Taking her hands in mine, I face her and rest my attention on her pretty face. Her gaze locks onto mine and a fervent intensity punches me in the gut. She’s looking at me with that wide-eyed innocence she always has softening her expression, but this time…there’s more. I swear to god I see a hunger there that’s never been there before. I would have noticed it if it had.
“You’re mine, honeybee. All mine. Walking into this room with me tells me you understand what that means. Everything that means.” I emphasize my last statement by grinding my hard-on against her hip.
Her eyebrows lift as her jaw drops. “I…” she blinks and gives her head a quick shake. “I think so.”
I rock my hips once again, drawing a quick gasp from my honeybee. “Everything, Betty.”
“Oh.” She swallows and nods quickly. “Y-Yes, Hawk. Everything.”
She may believe she knows what she’s agreeing to, but I’m sure she’s only saying what she thinks I want to hear. I won’t have that, not from my sweet Betty. I want her to tell me what she’s really thinking, what’s really on her mind. I’ve always enjoyed her thoughts, the crazy stories she used to tell the kids she babysat to entertain them. They entertained me, too.
But we aren’t talking about make believe now. This is reality and, in this reality, Betty belongs to me. When we enter the bedroom, I’ll show her exactly what that means when I claim her as mine, mark her with my cum pumped deep inside her. “Are you saying you’re mine, honeybee?”
“I’ve always been yours,” she answers breathlessly.
“Not in the way I want to make you mine.” I take her hand and kiss her palm.
“You could’ve made me yours before you left, you know. All those times we were alone together, the kids already in bed. It would have been our little secret.”
“No, Betty. I couldn’t.”
“Because I was too young?” She huffs, her pouty lips teasing me to nip at them.
So I do. “Because it would have been no secret once you started to show. If I’d made you mine five years ago, I would have fucked you every night, living inside you and filling you full of my seed.”
“What…?” she trails off as her mouth once again falls open, forming the perfect O. I cover her lips with mine, dipping my tongue into her mouth. She makes a sound that’s a cross between a squeak and a whimper. I then pull back and rest our foreheads together. Her shuddering breath tickles my face. “You think you would have gotten me pregnant?”
“I know I would have.” And I will tonight. I know it without a doubt. The first time I fill her tight hole with my sperm, my seed will take root and grow into a beautiful child inside her body. I couldn’t do that to her five years ago, breed her and then leave her to raise our child alone. No fucking way.
But now that I’m back, there’s nothing stopping me from finally making her mine.
“You’re mine,” I say again and grip her sweet, sweet ass in my hands.
And then she does something I never expected—she steps forward and presses her chest to mine, her perky, high tits taunting me as they rub me in all the right ways. Removing her hands from mine, she reaches up and rests her palms to either side of my face. When she licks her lips, my gaze drops to her mouth. “Not all of me, not yet.”
“That changes now.” I push the doors open to our room, lift her into my arms, and move to the bed. I won’t take my sweet Betty the first time anywhere other than our bed, her virginal innocence mine and only mine. I lower her to the mattress and capture her lips, then make quick work of her dress, tossing it to the side before I do the same with her bra and panties.
Leaning back, I take in every inch of my sweet honeybee for the first time. She is absolutely perfect. Her pussy glistens with drops of nectar coating her curls. “Betty,” I groan and fall to her, removing my clothes as I kiss my way down to the delicious cream leaking from her cunt. For me, only for me.
I lap at her juices, catching them on my tongue. She tastes even better than I had imagined so many times. I want to stay here forever, eat her tight pussy and live off her body, but if I don’t take this body and claim it as rightfully mine, I’ll not live to see another sunrise. Obsession blinds me to anything else. Her hips are writhing, and I give a final lick, flicking her swollen clit.
She arches her back. “Hawk!”
“Betty,” I say as I move above her and press just the tip of my cock through her folds. She sucks in a breath and wraps her arms around my neck. “Betty,” I say again and work in another inch. Her legs lock around my hips.
She’s trembling as I slide in another inch, her virginity tightening around my cock, gripping it hard right before it tears. “Hawk!”
“That’s right, honeybee.” I kiss her deeply, consuming her whimpers as I pump in and out of her tight, tight pussy, stretching her slowly, doing my damnedest to not hurt her. “It’s me. It’s your Hawk. Only me between these legs, buried deep inside you.”
