In His Sights (Don't Tell) by Rie Warren Page A

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    Licking from one hip to the other, ignoring the thick length of his cock, I looked up. “Making love to you.” I captured his gaze. “I love you.”
    “I know.”
    His pelvis cradled mine when I swooped for his mouth. “Don’t be a schmuck.”
    His hands framed my face and his eyes never deviated from mine. “I love you, Mayce. All of you, inside and out. Take me, fuck me.”
    I broke out in a wide smile.
    “You’re grinning.”
    “Hell yeah! Am I not supposed to?” Reaching beneath, I cupped his ass. I jiggled his firm butt.
    A heart-stopping expression skated over his face.
    “What?” I lifted his legs to my hips, scattering kisses to his neck.
    “I don’t bottom.”
    My breath caught. “Just me? In here?” I tapped a finger to his entrance, the tender skin so wicked hot I wanted my cock surrounded by it.
    “Yeah.” He exhaled, loosening, relaxing.
    “You are so beautiful.” But no matter how much I wanted to make the moment last, I had to have his ass.
    I draped his heavy thighs over my arms, pushing him up and open. A flush spread across his chest up to his cheekbones. His balls draped in front of my face and his cock leaked for what was to come.
    “I’ll love you so good, gorgeous.” I pistoned his dick and sucked his sacs, riding the seam between the soft flesh with my tongue until he yelled out.
    The taut bridge of his perineum led to a tight buttonhole. The sexy circle tightened more when I blew across it. I put my tongue on him before nearing that bunched tissue with a finger.
    Hawke shifted below me, spreading his legs until tensed calves rested on my elbows.
    “I see why you like this, ass-muncher.” I drilled a finger inside, chasing it with my tongue slicking everything until he was pink and perfectly opening up.
    “Stop fuckin’ around.” Tendons on his thighs stood out. “Feels so good.”
    “ Mmm. ” I lapped and sucked and used my teeth too. Slapping his ass, I gorged on the perfect bud getting ready to take my cock.
    I lubed my dick, sidling closer on my knees until my shaft butted against his lifted trench. I rode Hawke from the outside, barebacking him until he hollered for me fuck the hell out of him.
    Aware of my movements, Hawke snaked out to grab my wrist when I reached for a condom.
    “No protection?” I asked.
    He shook his head. “None. Just you and me.”
    I lowered my chin to my chest, looking at him through half-mast eyes. “Don’t do this because you think you need to reciprocate.”
    “I’m not. It’s not that. I’ve wanted you in me for so long, Mayce.” He reached up to kiss me languidly, murmuring lowly, “I know you’d never hurt me.”
    My heart thump-thumped in my chest. I nodded as he lay back down. I slid my shaft around his entrance until it opened, accepting me. I drew my palm up his dick at the same time. My cockhead swelled once inside that restrictive ring of muscle, the tension sending tremors to my balls.
    The pressure inside him was mind-blowing. I pressed my knees to the floor hoping the bite of pain would hold me back from ramming him like a fucking virgin. Four slow thrusts in and out later, I was buried all the way inside Hawke.
    “Am I doing this right?” Grinding inside in a slow circle, I almost came undone when he clamped down in response. The tight channel viciously twisted around my cock when Hawke writhed.
    He gasped a few times before finding his voice. “Oh yeah. Jesus Christ, Mayce.”
    I planted my hands beside his head. “Better than you thought?” I thrust inside of him, the lube and my pre-come slicking the way for each lazy roll of my hips.
    “Better than anything, anybody,” he growled. “Stop fuckin’ with me and just fuck me already.”
    I hushed him with my mouth against his. “No fucking here.” I withdrew, my cock arching to the air, aching to be balls deep again. I thrust in slowly. “Just lovemaking.”
    I couldn’t keep up the slow pace for long. Hawke was too much, thrashing, begging,