Flipping on his back, Hawk scooted under Cara’s dripping slit, and with his hands on her hips, eased her down until her sex was right above his mouth. Replacing his finger with his erect tongue, he stroked her nub. Cara threw her head back, her guttural moans filled the room. As he licked her pussy, he entered her with his finger and twirled it around inside her tight heat. Pulling out, he took his saturated digit and rubbed it around her anus. With slow, gentle movements, his finger entered her ass while his other fingers dove into her pussy.
Pleasure darted to every nerve in her body as Hawk fucked her ass with one hand and her pussy with another while his tongue swirled on her clit, making her pleasure rise to a fevered pitch. Her first spasm sucked his fingers deep inside her, and she cried out as one ripple after another rolled from her hot pussy, to her stomach, and to her brain. As her insides clasped around his finger, he withdrew it, then, standing behind her, he entered her with his cock, her tightness covering him like a sheath.
“You’re mine, babe. Your pussy is mine, and only my cock will fuck you. It’s all mine,” Hawk rasped as he banged her hard.
Careful not to put too much pressure on her sensitive clit, Hawk gently massaged her. As his cock stiffened, he grunted and released his seed inside her. Cara’s pussy spiked again as the warmth from his come dripped down her thighs.
Lying on top of her, his breathing labored, Hawk kissed her damp neck and whispered against her skin. “Fuck, babe that was awesome.”
She sighed. Fuck, yeah.
As he rolled off her, he drew her into his arms, and they cuddled while listening to each other’s breathing. Tenderness shone in Hawk’s eyes when Cara looked up at him and met his gaze.
“I’m happy,” she said.
Kissing her forehead, Hawk stroked her cheek as she nuzzled closer, happy to be back with him.
* * *
The blue sky disappeared into black velvet as the harvest moon illuminated the small, quiet room. For the past hour, Hawk had cradled Cara in his arms, but then a loud growl punctured the serenity. Hawk laughed. “You want to get somethin’ to eat, babe?”
Nodding, Cara said, “I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since this morning. Let me freshen up. I’ll just be a sec.”
As she brushed her hair, Hawk watched her. “What’re you thinking about?” she asked.
“The way your hair feels on my body. It’s like silk.” He stood up and put on his jeans. After combing out his hair, he pulled it back into a ponytail then slipped on his tight black t-shirt and cut. Finished with the final touches of her makeup, Cara smiled at Hawk. “Ready?”
“You’re beautiful, and you look classy. The bitches around here look all painted-up, but you look natural. You do something to me, babe,” he said, affection warming his eyes.
As his words embraced her, Cara’s cheeks flushed and shivers coursed through her body.
“Before we go down, I gotta tell you what to expect. This isn’t the type of party you’re used to. You’ll see people fucking right in the open, and as the night goes on, the members and the sluts get drunker and all kinds of shit happens: two whores fucking a guy, two guys fucking a slut, a slut fucking five or six brothers, group sex, even pulling a train, although that doesn’t happen very often anymore.”
“What’s pulling a train?”
“A slut fucks all the brothers, any way they like it, one right after another.”
“Oh, that sounds bad.”
“It’s what the slut wants and it’s her choice. We don’t do the gang-rape shit that some clubs do. Every sex act is voluntary, you know?”
“If that’s true, then why are you worried about me wandering off by myself?”
“Because the brothers will think you wanna fuck. When a slut’s here, she’s sayin’ she’s here to fuck whoever wants to fuck her. That’s what she wants and why she came here tonight. You’re here ’cause you’re with me—it’s different. Got it?”
“I wish you’d stop calling the women ‘sluts.’ They’re women.”
“Baby, you don’t get our world. Women like you are women, old ladies are women, the ones who come here and fuck whoever are sluts. They even call themselves sluts and whores. Now, are you sure you want to go to the party? I can bring the food up to you if you’d rather stay in the room. It’s up to you.”
“No, I’ll go. I’ll just hang onto you.”
“Damn straight. Don’t let go of me. I don’t want to fight one of my brothers tonight.”
“Fight someone? Why would you do that?”
“If someone touches you or says something disrespectful, I’ll punch his fuckin’ face in. I won’t let anyone talk shit to my woman. Sticking with me, kissing me, and holding me shows everyone you’re my woman. Are you good to go?”