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His dick is huge though. Like, bigger than I thought the real thing would be. I can barely get my fingers all the way around it and the more I work to take him all the way down my throat, the more I'm drooling all over him.
Hawk's making a lot of noises that sound like he's dying and every time the handcuffs clang against his headboard like he's trying to pull free it sends a shock wave through me and my panties are fucking flooded.
This is a way bigger turn on than I expected it to be.
"Fuck, Rebel, what are you doing, baby..." I think it's a rhetorical question so I don't stop to answer.
When I hear his head hit the headboard, the whole bed shakes from the force. Hawk makes a guttural noise; his knees bend under me and he thrusts his hips and starts all-out fucking my mouth.
It's a rough motion and I have to fight to keep up with him but I'm determined not to let go.
"Rebel...baby...you don't want to keep doing that..."
I can't help smiling around his girth, which I've almost managed to take completely down my throat. I very muchdowant to keep doing this.
"You're going to make me come."
His voice has gone super dark and feral. He's not all groans and gasps anymore. I can tell he's staring down at me when he says it and there's a warning in his words that makes me think carefully about what he's saying.
I want to make him come. I want to feel him lose control and I want to be the reason it happens.Tightening my grip, I feel the blood surging through his thick cock. I want this, I love the powerful feel of having control over him like this, and I want to impress him.
One more deep stroke down his length with my mouth and I feel the head of his cock swell at the back of my throat. It makes me gag against him and maybe that's the trigger but suddenly I'm swallowing mouthfuls of hot, thick, liquid. Greedily sucking it down and cleaning off anything left over with my tongue before releasing him with a soft pop and gasping for breath.
When I look up at him, his hands have let go of the headboard and they're just dangling limply in the cuffs. His chest is rising and falling heavily and his eyes are closed like he's sleeping.
He looks even hotter this way. All worn out and relaxed, and all because of me.
"Good girl." His eyes open but the lids are heavy as he praises me with a smirk.
I know he's teasing me because he read that book I had, but-- I like it.
Praise kink is one of those things I always thought I'd hate in real life, like it'd make me feel like a dog doing a trick. Turns out...it makes me want to learn more tricks.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I pick up the keys to the cuffs and unlock him.
For a man who looked half dead three seconds ago, Hawk is suddenly full of energy again. His hands fly up and embrace the sides of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss.
I kissed Samuel Miller at Gold Camp when we were junior counselors during the summer of our sophomore year.
It was gross.
Kissing Hawk is not gross. It's not gross in a way that makes me wonder why I haven't kissed him before. Why have I wasted so much time not kissing this man?
Hawk's not my first kiss, but he's going to be my first everything else...and hopefully my last.
Still kissing, he rolls us over so he's on top of me.
He's still got his shirt on and I still have my pants on and this seems all wrong to me. It feels like we've done enough at this point that we shouldn't still have clothes keeping us apart.
"What did I do to deserve that?" He asks, pinning my arms above my head while I wrap my legs around his waist.
"Nothing. That was payback."
I squeeze my thighs around him, tilting my hips and pushing my pussy up against him.
Hawk stares down at me with the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
"So that was a revenge blowjob?"
