Page 26 of Hook

My body fights against what I know is about to come not because I don't want it but simply because I want to make this last. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to feel something like this again. This is going to be a once in a lifetime orgasm. I know it.

Hook holds my thighs tightly even as I try to kick and roll around. It's so intense. So unique. Earth shattering.

It feels like my entire soul is ripped out of my body as Hook licks the right spot one final time. Giving me just the right speed and the perfect amount of pressure to have me exploding with my release.

I scream loud, no words, just a feral wild sound as I come.

I'm not sure if my orgasm lasts an hour or a second but I know when I feel my body finally coming down from the most amazing orgasm I've ever had Hook is letting my limp legs fall from his shoulders.

My muscles are like jello. I couldn't stand right now if I wanted to.

He doesn't wipe my glistening come off his mouth, instead he pulls my shirt from mine and slams his lips against mine. I kiss back tasting myself on his tongue and it revs me up again. This man is going to kill me with pleasure.

Hook stares at me for a second and I see the gears turning in his head. He's probably trying to figure out what to say to excuse his behavior. Trying to figure out if I'm scared and wanting to run after how rough he just was with me.

I told him before that I wasn't scared and I intend to prove it.

"You're not done with me." I croak, my throat sore from all the screaming I'd just done.

The light flashes in his eyes and his lips tip up into a sinister grin.

"Not in the least."

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Hook

More.More. More.

I feel like I'm going out of my fucking mind.

I've never been the type of person to act on impulse. Everything I've done has always been thought out and methodical. But something about Bea telling me that she'd rather give herself back to Lance than let something happen to me flipped a switch inside of me.

That weak pussy bastard doesn't deserve someone like Bea.

She's mine.

Everything about this woman is calling to me in ways I never knew were possible.

Ways I know I'm never going to be able to forget.

When I brought her into the garage, I had all intentions of just tying her up and leaving her there, but seeing her surrounded byall this grit and filth, shining like the one beacon of hope I never even thought to wish for, basically forced me to take her.

I'm sullying her up, and I know it, but I don't have a choice.

I can still taste her sweet juice running down my throat; I want more of it, but I'm losing it.

"You're not done with me yet," she whispers, and I forget the fact that I'm trying to ease up on her.

It's a challenge if I ever heard one.

"Not in the least," I reply and reach for the remote sitting beside her. I press the button so the lift lowers slightly, and she's got her feet on the ground. I need her steady for what I plan to do next to her.

I toss the remote to the side and grab for my belt. I push my pants down just enough to get my dick out. I don't have the time to pregame with her right now. I already feel like I'm going to explode just standing in front of her. I'm on the edge.

Her eyes go wide as she looks down at me.

I've seen that look before. The want. The lust.

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