“Please, Daddy… Pound my little pussy with your big cock.”
His hand lightly slaps against my cheek as he roughly grips my jaw. Pulling my gaze up toward his, he grits with a smirk, “I like this naughty fucking mouth. I want to hear more of it as you get exactly what you asked for.”
He slams into me, my back sliding against the searing-hot metal. I claw at his shoulders, clinging to him as he fucks me relentlessly. Every thrust is faster and deeper than the last, the pleasure painfully swelling at my core and desperately needing to be released.
“Come on,” Chris urges, tightening his already bruisingly tight grip on my ass. “Let me hear how fucking good Daddy makes you feel.”
A sharp cry spills over my lips when my body follows his command. My every nerve fires with pleasure, my muscles clenching as I come so hard my toes curl. His cock glides blissfully against the spasming walls of my pussy, and I can’t stop the garbled screams rising from my lungs.
“That’s a… good girl…” he pants between thrusts. “Let it out… Let it out for me.”
Sweat beads along his hairline, and his chest heaves, but he doesn’t relent. If anything, the noises he draws from me only make him take me more vigorously.
I come again and again, until I’m slick with sweat and teetering on the brink of exhaustion. “I can’t,” I pant, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.
“Scream as loud as you want, baby. I’m not stopping.” He slows, only to drive so deep that stars momentarily blind myvision. He repeats the motion, bottoming out so hard I don’t know whether the scream that billows from me is from pleasure or pain. Not that it matters, because either way, I want him to do it again.
“Don’t stop…Daddy…” I beg, unsure how much more I can take.
“I’m so fucking close, baby,” he breathlessly groans against the side of my neck. “Give Daddy one more. Come with me.”
My thighs quiver against his hips, and I unfurl once more. While holding my weight in one hand, Hawk abruptly pulls out of me. He vigorously fists his length until ribbons of cum shoot from the thick tip, falling to the dry sand at his feet. Plunging back into me, his mouth finds mine again. He kisses me long and deep, stealing what little breath I have left. I melt into him, the world narrowing to just us in this moment.
Chris pulls open the Humvee door and climbs into the rear seat. I curl up on his lap and nuzzle my head against his sweat-slickened chest. His fingers dust up and down my spine as he holds me, peppering soft kisses against the top of my head.
“I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness,” he whispers into my hair.
“Chris…”
“I don’t, baby.” He slips his finger under my chin and tips my face up toward his. “But I’m too selfish not to take both, so I’m going to spend every day earningthem.”
Chris presses his lips to mine as I splay my hand over his chest. I know with as much certainty as I feel his heart thudding against my palm that the years hurt, lost time, and guilt don’t matter.
“I love you,” he vows softly. “Whether I’m beside you or halfway around the world.”
Adeya’s home sits on the far edge of the village. The narrow street is quiet and empty except for the faint creak of wind against the shutters. My pulse pounds in my throat as I step up to the door, worried I’m going to be met with the same sight as the village her daughter lived in. Fear getting the better of me, I hesitate, and Chris knocks on the door.
“Wole,” a voice calls from the other side, inviting us to enter.
When I turn the knob, I nudge the door open. It’s heavier than I expect, the hinges groaning at the movement.
Adeya sits at the table, her attention on the book splayed before her, and hands folded tightly in her lap. She looks up when she hears my steps, and for a moment, I can’t find my voice.
“Reese,” she says softly, standing. “You come back.”
“Yes.” I nod, swallowing the sudden lump in my throat. Sheglances past me to Chris. I slip my hand into his hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “He’s a friend.”
“Did you…” She fights the tremor in her voice. “Did you find her?”
“I did.”
Her lips part, and for a fleeting second, hope—both beautiful and devastating—flickers in her expression. I hate myself for being the one to destroy it.
I take a step closer, my voice breaking. “Adeya… she’s gone.”
Her knees give out before I can reach her. Chris catches her before she hits the floor, wrapping his arms around her shaking body as she lets out a sound that burns straight through me. It’s the kind of sound that doesn’t come from your throat, but from your soul.
“She didn’t run away,” I whisper, sinking to the floor and wrapping my arms around her.
