Page 40 of Hawk

Two fingers plunged deep between my thighs and his thumb found my clit instantly and my hips bucked up, hungry for more of his touch. “Fuck, sweetness, your pussy is soaked. Is that for me?”

I nodded breathlessly and bucked my hips up towards his touch. “All for you,” I panted as I clamped around his fingers. “More.”

He smiled again and it was wickedly hot, seductive as hell. That smile was the stuff of fantasies, which only made it hotter as he fucked me with his fingers. He gave me exactly what I asked for and a little bit more, plunging harder and deeper until a bead of sweat slid down my spine. “That’s it, you’re so close.”

He wasn’t wrong. My pussy clenched around him, and my body tensed as my orgasm started at my toes, making the curl almost painfully as it slowly worked its way to the surface. “Hawk…” I pushed against his touch.

“That’s it, Laura. Come for me. Come all over my fingers, coat my hand in your pussy juices. Give me all of your pleasure. Now.”

His words, so sexy and dirty, were all I needed to push me over the edge of lust and straight into insanity. “Hawk, yes!” Pleasure exploded out of me like a bomb, so powerful that my entire body shook and convulsed so violently he had to hang onto me to keep me on my feet.

“Let it out, Laura. All of it.” He wore a sexy, satisfied smile as he continued to pump his fingers into me, slower while I rode out every last wave of pleasure.

My body went slack and I laughed, the sound carefree. I was happy. Despite everything going on in my life, in this moment I was happy. “Hawk,” I groaned. “That was hot.”

“It was.” He grinned and kissed a trail of heat across my jaw so achingly slowly while his palm danced over my hard nipple. “But it was just a starter. Remember?”

“How could I forget?” I wrapped my arms around him and jumped into his arms. “I’m ready.”

He laughed and palmed my ass, lifting me higher. “I know just the place.” He walked us out of the kitchen and put me down in the living room.

“You’re wearing too many damn clothes,” I said, and my hands moved on their own, stripping him out of his jeans, his boots and finally, his boxers. “Much, much better.”

“Laura.”

I reached out with a smile and gripped his cock, tugging in long, slow, and slightly rough strokes. “I’m right here, Hawk. Here and hungry. And waiting.”

His smile was tight as he spun me around and bent me over the arm of the sofa before he slammed into me from the back. “Ah, fuck. So fucking tight. So, so wet.”

My eyes rolled back as his long, thick cock filled me until I could hardly breath. “So hard, Hawk.”

He smacked my ass before he pulled out and plunged deep into me again and again. His teeth nipped at one shoulder and then the other, his tongue slicked down my spine. “Fuck, babe, you taste so good. Sweet, slightly salty.”

Even those words pushed me closer to the edge. He was thick and he was long, filling me more with every stroke of his hips. “Hawk,” I moaned, and pushed back against him, taking every inch of him into my body. “Yes.” The word came out on a hiss and I did it again. And again.

He gripped my hips hard and pulled me back against him at the same time he slammed into me. His pace was frantic but steady, a rhythm that set my whole body on fire and turned my skin into exposed nerve endings. My breath caught in my throat when he smacked my ass again, the sting only enhancing my pleasure, and when he did it again, I felt the telltale quivering between my legs. “Hawk.” His name fell from my lips on a warning.

“I feel you, sweetness. Let go.” He leaned forward to whisper in my ear, his words dark and gravelly. The hot breath of each syllable slammed against my neck, and when his hands danced up my body to cup my tits, my pleasure rose. “Let go. Come all over my cock, Laura.”

He squeezed and kneaded my breasts, pinching my nipples in sharp, hard bursts that made my vision blur. He fucked me hard and slowly, pulling the pleasure from me in a long, slow tug that made my back arch. “Hawk,” I shouted as I flew apart, pleasure fracturing me from the depths of my soul to the surface of my skin. “Oh. My. God.”

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He pounded harder and harder until his body went taut. “Laura,” he grunted in my ear as his orgasm exploded out of him, the hot spray of him filling me up deliciously. “Oh fuck.” Aftershocks rocked him, and every pulse of his cock against my sensitized walls sent me over the edge once again.

“Hawk,” I cried out as my legs trembled under the force of my pleasure.

He held me tight, kissing the back of my neck until his cock slipped free. “Fucking you just keeps getting better.” He was breathless and he sounded happy. “I might be addicted to you.”

I licked my smiling lips and let my head fall forward. “Same, Hawk. Pretty sure I can’t move.” I squeaked when he scooped me in his arms, quickly wrapping my arms around him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do everything this next round so your legs can recover in time to feed us dinner.”

I tossed my head back and laughed. “Glad your priorities are in order.”

His brows dipped. “They are. Orgasms and then food. And then more orgasms.”

I laughed again at his playful side. “I respect those priorities.”

And what’s more? I respected the fact that he kept to those priorities for the rest of the night. Before and after dessert.

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