"Babe..." Hazel stated, urgently. "I'm really tired and I have a terrible headache." Her sad tone flushed my bad intentions from my head. "Can you give me a massage?" Her question perpetuated my role as a gentleman. She started fixing her dress and pulled her underwear up to its original place.

Anything for you, my dear.

"We don't have to do anything, Beautiful," I assured, patiently. "I'll gladly do you that favor." My cold fingers navigated slowly under her pink dress as I started pressing against her shoulders. "Your skin... Is... so... soft." I bit the tip of her right ear, playfully. I was trying my best to control myself, I was begging my mind to stop screaming for her naked body.

"Thank you, handsome." A smile played on her face. "Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for being by my side. Thank you for not getting tired of me."

"Don't mention it, Sweetheart." I kissed her small forehead. "Hazel, I love you. I love you with all my heart. I promise if you don't betray my trust again, I'll always be there for you and I won't go anywhere." My words were honest and clear. My heart was begging for mercy. I didn't want to get hurt anymore.

No, Hazel. Enough is enough.

Please, cherish my heart with love and cuddle my soul with honesty.

"I wish I was good enough." Silent tears flashed her eyes, slowly. "You're so good to me, sometimes I feel like you don't deserve someone like me in your life. My actions are selfish and I don't know how to control myself from destroying you completely. You've been through a lot and still, you're fighting with me." She flew her fingers through my soft hair, gently. "I know you're trying to be strong but you can't pretend that everything is okay when it's not. Why do you always forgive me? I did so many things to you but yet, you still love me." Her saliva flew down her dry throat, contagiously. "Why?"

The guilt melted in her voice, savagely.

"Baby..." My jaw clenched as my teeth crashed against each other. Her sweet words stabbed me, right in the middle of my chest. "Sit up, let me talk to you..." Without hesitation, she obeyed.i love a girl who listens and obeys."My father wasn't perfect. He had his flaws and his angry side but he taught me a lot of things. He used to say '.'. When you think about it, it's easy sometimes to forgive someone but it's hard to forget and move on. My father thought the opposite. I used to ask him a lot about my mother, 'Do you forgive mom? Why did she leave us? Did she ever love me? Why did she die so young? Why is God so unfair?'. He used to look at me, with tears in his eyes, pain traveling through his blood, trying to hide the anger under his skin. 'Son, Life is temporary, Death is permanent. Always and always treat your enemies with love and deep courage. There will a time where it'll be too late to talk to the dead. Do good and always expect less."

My father, Justin Wale, was the best at giving pieces of advice.

I miss you so much, Dad. I wish you were here right now.

"Hawk?" Hazel woke me up from my thoughts. "Are you okay?" Her question was inevitable and pure. "You miss him... Don't you?"

"I do," I swallowed my saliva as I tried to control my strong emotions. "When I was a little boy, he used to hide in my closet sometimes, before bedtime, to scare me. I used to cry and yell at him' Daddy, you're so evil. Why do you always scare me with your ugly, scary costumes?' But little did I know, he was just trying to put a smile on my face and I was so blind to see the truth."

Holy Heaven, please. Take me back to the old times. Bring back the past, so I could tell my dad that I love him so much and I want him to scare me all over again.

"Hawk," Hazel started, trying to hide the sympathy in her sweet voice. "Stop blaming yourself. You were young and immature." Her words meditated my mind with a positive effect. "You are a good person and I'm so sorry that my parents were involved in your situation."

"I don't want to talk about our parents anymore." I tried to change the subject. "I just want us to have a good time and forget the past. That was our agreement. Can we just talk about something else?" I paused, avoiding the pain inside my chest. "You're pregnant. I don't want you to be stressed. I don't want anything bad to happen to our baby."

"Nothing is going to happen, Babe." Hazel refreshed my thoughts, positively. "Our baby is going to be just fine." She assured. "My stomach is getting bigger." She lifted her dress all the way and revealed her perfect stomach. "Touch it." A smile played on her face. "Our baby is growing."

My right hand rubbed her stomach gently. "Our baby is going to be strong. I can feel it." I thought of the prophecy. What was Jack doing? I was worried but I was trying my best to give Hazel my full attention. "Are you feeling better now? I'm going to take you to the doctor tomorrow." I insisted. "I'm not taking no as an answer."

"Hawk, handsome." Hazel caressed my face, with a swish of her magic wand. "I'm fine." Her soft lips enveloped mine with a quick wet kiss. "I promise, I'm fine."

"Why did you stop?" I begged her lips to continue its previous action. "You gave me a little taste of your lips and now, I want more." I wrapped my full hand around her neck and pulled her towards me, destroying her personal space. "Please, bless my ears with your sexy moans tonight." Her lips trembled by the sensation of my fingers behind her ears. "I'm... begging... Please..." My hand traversed under her dress as I kept playing hide and seek with her underwear. "Goddamn..." I bit my upper lip, hungrily. "I'm not going to lie baby girl, I'm fucking craving you right now..." I pulled her underwear halfway as I whispered in her right ear, impatiently. "You're already dripping wet... Let me finish my job..." My full hand swirled around her clitoris, slowly. "Sit on my face, let me get a taste..."

The temptation aroused her mind with dirty pleasure. "Ha-- Haw- Hawk..." My name tasted like melted sugar in her tone. "Pl-- pl--plea--please... Don't... sta--" The word 'Start' faded in her voice as soon as my tongue savored the wetness between her vagina lips.

Wet? Was she wet? O' Sweet Heaven!

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Got my tongue inside her pussy like a gun. Bullets of pleasure measured her sensation. Oh yes, her G-spot screamed for fun.