Page 50 of Taming Hawke

He pushes my panties aside and slides his fingers through my folds. I buck my hips when he inserts a finger, riding it as he thrusts steadily inside of me. “More,” I moan trying to keep my voice low.

Hawke chuckles and inserts another finger. “Oh fuck!” He flicks my clitoris, and I’m gone. I’m coming so hard my whole body shakes with the intensity of my orgasm. His mouth crashes down on mine, taking in all my moans. He continues to pump his fingers inside me until I’m convulsing around them.

Once I’m down from my high, he withdraws his fingers and takes them to his mouth, licking them before sucking them whole into his mouth. I freeze as I watch his eyes close in ecstasy, as if he’s tasting a delicious morsel. My body’s limp but I have just enough strength left to do up the zip on my jeans. I look down at Hawke’s lap, his cock is hard and straining against his own jeans.

He notices my gaze and adjusts it, smiling at me. “Just give me a minute, it will calm down.”

“Do you want me to help you with that?”

Hawke raises his eyebrows. “Baby, you can help me tonight when no one is around. You can scream out my name as I fuck you over and over.”

I swallow hard and Hawke’s husky laugh has me looking back up at him.

“I’m going to go take this thing out,” I say, slowly getting up out of my seat.

“Do you want a hand?” he asks, a glint in his eye.

“Oh, no! I can do it myself,” I reply nervously.

I steady myself on my feet, they feel a little shaky, and slowly walk toward the bathroom.

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