Page 126 of Damaged Protector

I was overcome with a fit of giggles, until he gripped the back of my head and yanked me down for a hard kiss. “Put me inside you, Bee. Take me slowly.”

His voice held the same impatience I felt, and I pushed back to a sitting position, rising up on my knees until his tip was at my entrance. I watched him as I spread my legs wider and sank down onto him until the results of last night’s activities made themselves apparent.

God, I was sore. Wonderfully, delectably sore, the throbbing ache inside me rippling around the thick intrusion in my sex.

“Baby,” Hawk groaned, drawing the word out in a voice that was rough with his own desire. His big hands slid up my thighs and around to hold my ass. “Like this.” His grip tightened as he guided my hips in sensual rotations, stirring his dick against my inner walls and stretching me.

Our eyes met and held as more and more of him entered me until he was fully seated to the hilt. Then we let out simultaneous sighs, mine almost a whimper as the fullness threatened to undo me.

“Tate, so good.”

“Your little pussy fits me so perfectly, Bee. I could come right now.”

A smile played across my lips. “Well, that would be disappointing.”

He chuckled and trailed one hand up to my left breast, tweaking my nipple before returning it to my bottom. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there first. Always.”

It was a promise I knew he’d keep. Hawk was a demanding lover, but he knew exactly how to satisfy a woman in his bed.

I rocked my hips, tentative at first, but when his teeth gritted and his nostrils flared, I grew bolder. Moving back and forth with unhurried swirls when he was the deepest, I found a rhythm that had me wetter than I’d ever been.

“Mmm, I feel you dripping down my dick, baby. I love making you wet. I love holding this pretty ass of yours while you ride me.”

Placing my hands on his chest, I used him as leverage to go harder. When I flicked his nipples, he hissed out a harsh breath, his fingers digging into my ass as he began to thrust up into me.

“Tate! God, you’re so thick and hard inside me,” I moaned, barely recognizing my own voice.

“Fuck, baby. This sweet cunt bled for me last night, and today I’m going to make it sing.”

Holy hell. This man’s mouth was fucking obscene, but I’d never been more turned on. With a hand on the center of my chest, he applied pressure until I leaned back, placing my hands on the bed between his spread thighs.

“That’s it, Mal. Show me how you ride my cock. Tell me how it feels.”

I was a babbling mess, crying out a mixture of so good and yes and please in rapid succession as we fucked each other. Hawk’s piercings were hitting all the right places deep inside me, and my orgasm brewed deep in my belly, like the tiny bubbles rising from the bottom of a pot that was about to boil over.

Through slitted eyes, I looked at the man beneath me. He was so fucking beautiful like this, in the throes of passion. A droplet of sweat made a track down his forehead as his jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grind. Veins stood out on his thick forearms as he lifted me up and slammed me down on his erection over and over.

I quickened my pace as he lifted one hand and pressed his thumb into my mouth before using my own saliva to smooth the glide of the digit over my clit. “Tate, shit. I’m so close.”

The bedsprings squeaked with the force of our bodies rising and falling together, the sounds punctuated with Hawk’s harsh grunts of pleasure.

His eyes gleamed up at me. “I wish I could clone myself so I could lick your clit and fuck your pussy at the same time.”

And yeah. That did it. The thought of his tongue flicking just above where he was penetrating me sent me directly over the edge I was riding on.

My vision narrowed until all I could see was Hawk’s mouth agape. I think he was saying something, or maybe crying out his own release, but I’d gone temporarily deaf from the orgasm crashing violently through my body.

My back flexed and contracted as I rode faster, reaching the peak of my pleasure before gliding slowly down the other side.

Gentle hands pulled me forward onto a firm chest, and I snuggled my face against the sweaty surface, trying to get my brain to work again.

“Christ, I think you killed me,” Hawk breathed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I smiled and nestled closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I think you killed me back.”

I crawled out of bed the next Saturday morning after Hawk left the house to run with Woody. It had been a week since we’d first been together, and things seemed to get hotter by the day.

We’d fucked all over the house, and every night, he took me to his bedroom to sleep, spooning against my back and wrapping possessive arms around me. A girl could seriously get used to being cuddled by a big bear every night.

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