Page 21 of Hawk

I shivered at his compliment, so intense and sincere I felt it everywhere.

“But.” He stepped towards the bed and circled my ankle, giving it a quick, hard tug. “You’re wearing too many fucking clothes.”

I smiled. “There’s a solution to that.”

“Damn right.” In mere seconds he had me stripped down and on my back. I looked up at him and gasped at the intensity in his gaze. “Fuck. You look good enough to eat.”

I smiled and opened my legs a little to tease him. “Hope you’re hungry.” I wasn’t usually this bold, and never with someone I didn’t know well. Then again, I didn’t usually get naked with a man until I felt I knew him well enough, but there was something about Hawk that encouraged me to be bold. Brave. Brazen.

He stripped off his shirt and then his pants, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his solid, golden thighs. He was a work of fucking art, all big and broad shouldered with ink covering one arm. His abs were pure perfection, and his pecs made my mouth water. “Laura?”

I blinked and looked up at him with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, but holy hell, you’re beautiful.”

A low growl escaped his mouth, and I felt the roughness of his stubble as he kissed his way up my body until his lips were on mine once again. He kissed me slowly, as if he was trying to romance me, and just when I was on the hook, he pulled back and kissed down the column of my throat before licking across my collarbone.

“Hawk,” I moaned, and arched into his touch. His lips set my skin on fire everywhere he landed. Between my breasts. My ribcage. My nipples. Hipbones. “Yes.” That one word came out on a hiss as his broad shoulders spread me wide and his cool breath reached my hot core.

“Don’t look away,” he instructed, his gaze on mine as he spread me wide and licked me from my opening to the top of my clit before he pulled it into his mouth and sucked. And sucked.

“Hawk!” My hips bucked off the bed, but he held me down and tortured me over and over, kissing and licking and sucking my pussy until I was a quivering mass of want and need. “Please.”

He laughed and slipped one thick finger deep.

Another low moan escaped and one of my hands tangled in his long hair while my hips rolled in time to the movement of his tongue. He was an oral master, and I was powerless against the wave of pleasure waiting to pull me under. “Hawk, please. Oh fuck, I’m so close.”

He added a second finger before he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. Hard. And then he moaned, and the vibrations ran up my body and pulled me closer and closer to Orgasm City.

“Wait, Hawk,” I panted. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to come with you inside me.”

Heat flared in his eyes, and he smiled as his mouth left my pussy. “You will. I promise.” And then his mouth was on me again and the orgasm slammed into me with the force of a fifty-foot wave that pulled me under and threatened to drown me before it pushed me to the surface where I struggled to breathe.

“Hawk. Fuck.”

He laughed, but his mouth never stopped moving, never stopped teasing and torturing me until my body was a sweaty pile of pleasure in the middle of my bed. “Fucking comes next,” he teased as he kissed his way back up my body. “As soon as you’re ready.”

I gripped a handful of hair, and I was about to apologize until I saw heat flare in his eyes. “I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

I nodded. “Fuck me, Hawk. Now.” I sounded desperate even to my own ears, but I was. He made me feel hungry, greedy for more of him. That orgasm came hard and fast and still I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted more. Needed more.

I reached down and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down his thighs until I felt the weight of his cock on my thigh. “Hot and hard.”

“You’re killing me, Laura.” His eyes slammed shut when I wrapped my hands around his shaft.

“Soft and hard. Thick. Long. I’ll bet you feel so good filling me up, Hawk.”

“Dirty,” he said, and pushed up onto his knees, fisting his dick and stroking it while his intense gaze bore a hole through me. He leaned in close and slapped my clit with his heavy cock.

“Yes!”

He smiled. “So fucking wet, you hear that?” He did it again and again, the sound so loud I should’ve felt embarrassed.

I nodded. “It’s what you do to me. That mouth. Those fingers. Now show me what that cock can do.”

Heat flared and then the blunt tip of his cockhead was sliding into me, slowly. I was so wet the path was smooth, but I was too greedy, and I wanted all of him. Now. “Fuck, babe.”

His cock was bigger than average, and I hadn’t been with anyone since my ex, who wasn’t anywhere near this thick or this long. Finally, an eternity later, he was buried deep. I pulsed around him, and it was as though Hawk could sense that I was ready because he pulled out halfway and slammed deep.

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