Page 117 of Avenging Azalea

Fawn might still be my Little Bird…but she was soaring now, and she didn’t need anyone’s permission to fly.

Blood roared in my ears as it raced through my body. I broke the kiss to growl against her lips, “So, you want me to make you scream, Little Bird….” My hand slid up and into her hair, yanking her head back just enough to meet her eyes. Fawn let out a little gasp. “Then I’m about to show you what happens when you make me lose control.”

Marching over to my door, I closed and locked it. No one was interrupting us. Turning around, I pointed to the desk.

“Jeans and underwear off.”

I leaned back against the door and crossed my arms, shuddering as she wiggled the jeans down over her hips. There was no need to look down to know that I was sporting a tent in my pants. I’d been walking around semi-hard all morning, and just the sight of her had my cock standing at full attention.

“Fuck that’s hot,” I said.

Fawn stood up straight. She was wearing a casual, long-sleeve shirt, like something baseball players wore, and it just barely covered as much as her underwear would’ve. It was a tease in the best way possible.

“Bend over my desk, and make sure you spread those legs.”

Fawn ran her bottom lip through her teeth, a devious look in her eyes, before she did as I told her. As she bent over, the shirt rode up, and her ass was bare for me to see. Fuck…fuck…fuck. I was on the move, walking across the room, like she had compelled me. As I got closer, she swayed back and forth, and I couldn’t look away. My Little Bird was completely hypnotic and dragged me further under her spell with each passing second.

“Feet wider,” I said, caressing the soft globe of her ass.

The sound of my belt was loud as I unbuckled the leather. It pulled free of the loops with a snap. Fawn jumped and then laughed. Her reaction had me running the cool length of the belt over her skin, raising goosebumps. I let it swing and each time it grazed her pussy just enough to drive her crazy. Fawn moaned louder, a hint of frustration in her tone. Sure enough, it didn’t take long for the glistening wet of her arousal to coat my belt.

My own need to be inside her took over. I tossed the belt aside and freed my cock from the constraints of my pants. Gripping it hard, I stroked and rubbed the head along the sensitive skin of her pussy lips.

Fawn looked over her shoulder, desperation in her eyes. Instead of giving her what she was silently begging for, I smacked my cock off her pussy.

“Titus…please,” she begged.

“Please, what?”

“Stop teasing me. I’m burning up,” Fawn said.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Hard?” I teased her with the tip.

“Oh god, yes,” Fawn moaned and tried to push back into me.

I stayed just far enough away that she couldn’t get more than an inch or two before I pulled out.

“Who makes you touch yourself in the middle of the night?”

“You,” Fawn breathed. “It’s always been you.”

The confession filled me with a possessiveness that pushed me over the edge of sanity into an abyss of primal need that there was no controlling. Grabbing Fawn’s hips, I thrust into her in one easy stroke. Fawn arched her back, groaning loudly as my name tumbled from her lips.

Fawn was perfect and fit me in every way, which was only emphasized as my abs hit her ass when I bottomed out. Her already tight walls gripped me unbelievably hard, the heat of her pussy pressing in on my cock like an exotic blanket. I wanted to stay like this, but also fuck her until she screamed my name. The latter won out.

My eyes were glued to where we were joined as I slowly pulled out and slid back home. I was so transfixed that Fawn’s climax took me by surprise, but I smiled as she cried out, soaking me.

“Holy fuck…Titus,” Fawn gasped. My cock twitched, egging me on faster with the building ache along my shaft that pulled my balls tight. “Yes…yes, more,” she begged.

Growling, I reached forward and wrapped her long hair around my hand, tugging until Fawn’s back was arched off the desk. Her ass naturally pressed up and into me with each pump, driving me wild.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” I groaned. “Every thrust feels incredible.”

“Yes…oh yes, oh God, fuck…I’m going to come again.”