Page 32 of Hawk

I couldn’t deny her, not when it was something I wanted just as bad—if not more—as she did, so I ripped my shirt off and climbed on the bed, laying my body on top of hers. “Here I am.”

“All big and strong. And so hard. Everywhere.” She moaned from deep in her throat and wrapped her legs around me.

I pressed my lips to hers, slow at first because I wanted to take my time, but the way Laura moaned and writhed against me was pure torture. I deepened the kiss as my hands roamed over every mouth-watering curve, enjoying the way her body moved against me. The kiss was hot as fuck, wet and frantic with a raw intensity that fueled me, kissing down the column of her neck and to the little hollow in her throat.

“Hawk, yes,” she moaned as her hands scraped down my back. “More.”

There was nothing hotter on the planet than a woman who was as hot for a man as Laura was for me. The way she rolled her hips against me and panted her pleasure was too much for me. “So fucking pretty.” I got rid of her bra because I was too hungry for those gorgeous tits and ripe pink nipples. I gripped them both in my hands, licking and sucking one while I pinched the other nipple.

I swirled my tongue over her nipple in hypnotizing circles that produced loud pants and moans. I sucked and nipped, smiling at the pain she created when she gripped two handfuls of my hair and tugged. It was a straight shot of lust to my cock, and I moaned against her. She was soft and sweet and I wanted more of her. I knew what she wanted when she gave my hair another tug, but I switched nipples, making her wait.

“Hawk,” she whimpered, and bucked her hips against me.

I pulled her hard nipple between my teeth and nipped at it until a shiver tore through her body and she arched into my touch. I was drunk on the sounds she made and it wasn’t enough.

“Please,” she begged, and I was gone.

One hand moved on its own, sliding down her body and into her waistband. I pulled back to look at her, gorgeous with her flushed skin, dilated pupils, and swollen lips. “Please?”

She nodded.

“Tell me, Laura.”

“Touch me,” she panted. “Please.”

My cock grew impossibly harder. “Love it when you beg.” I pulled back, removing her pants and panties in one quick move. “Are you wet for me, Laura?”

She arched a brow. “You tell me.”

I kept my gaze on her while I teased her pussy, swiping my fingers up and down her slit. Her eyes fluttered shut and she arched into me as I opened her up and slid my fingers slowly into her fiery depths. “Your pussy is so wet for me, so greedy. I can feel her sucking my fingers.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, and thrashed her head back and forth.

“I’m touching you now, Laura. Is this what you wanted?”

At first, she nodded, and then she shook her head. “More, Hawk. I need more.”

Those were the words I wanted to hear. My fingers plunged in and out of her, a slow, dragging pace at first, but her greedy little cunt was too enticing. Faster I went and then deeper before I wrapped my lips around a hard nipple.

“Oh god, Hawk! Yes!”

My fingers were coated in her juices, making the slide into her smoother. Faster. I sucked her nipple harder, fucked her with my fingers deeper until she was gasping and crying out her pleasure underneath me. I knew what she needed to take her over the edge and I added my thumb to her clit, rubbing rough circles while I tortured her nipple until she gave me what I wanted.

Her sweet release. It hit her hard as her body went taut before convulsions hit her in waves, so hard her toes curled. “Oh shit!” A nervous laugh escaped as she began her orgasmic comedown and she never looked so beautiful. “Wow. I’m wide awake now.”

“Good.” I slowly removed my fingers from her body, watching as her lids fluttered shut again. But they were back on me in an instant, darkening when I slid those fingers covered in her juices between my lips. “Salty and sweet. Just like you.”

Her nostrils flared.

“Are you good, Laura?” My cock ached to be inside her, but she’d had a long few days.

“I’m good,” she said, and gave my chest a shove. “But there is something that would make me better than good.” I loved that teasing glint in her gray eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” She pushed me again and I gave in, rolling onto my back. “There’s something that’s been on my mind since that first night,” she said in a voice so low it was almost a whisper as her hands flew to my waistband.

“What?” I raised my hips when she tugged on my pants and my boxers, watching as she undressed me in mere seconds.

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