Page 41 of Taming Hawke

“Mmm?”

“Just relax.”

“Okay.”

The coolness of the plug remains at my entrance, but my nerves are forgotten when I feel Hawke kneel behind. He runs his hand around my waist and cups my pussy from in front. “You’re so fucking wet. Does this turn you on?”

I nod, and fist my hands into the sheets as his finger slips inside my pussy. He adds a second and begins to pump them in and out, making me even wetter.

I cry out when his thumb flicks my clit, and just when I’m about to yell for him to pump his fingers faster, Hawke pushes the butt plug inside me. I feel a slight sting at the sudden intrusion, but it’s soon forgotten when he rotates the plug while he continues to finger me.

“Oh, God, please don’t stop!” I beg.

“Fuck!” Hawke growls and removes his fingers, only to shift and thrust his cock deep inside of me instead, filling the aching void. He pushes the plug in deeper as his cock slides in and out of my quivering pussy, taking me higher and higher. “Hawke, I’m going to come.”

“Hold on, baby, stay with me.”

I scrunch my face and bite on my bottom lip, trying to hold back my orgasm, but when Hawke yells, “Now!” and abruptly removes the plug out of my ass, I’m coming so hard the room spins. I’m gasping for air as Hawke continues to thrust deep inside me, placing his thumb in my butt, the warmth of skin feeling so much more intense than the hard steel of the butt plug. “Fuck me,” he groans out, and then he’s coming inside me, squeezing my hips and biting down on my back as he shoots his load.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says breathlessly against my neck. We both slump down to the bed and Hawke slowly withdraws from me. I’m too weak to protest his leaving me, or say anything. I’m exhausted, my body limp.

“You okay, babe?”

I just grunt, no energy to form any words.

I hear Hawke’s husky laugh and turn to face him. He’s smirking at me. “Was that good for you? As much as it was for me?”

I smile widely. “That was fucking amazing. Why haven’t I tried that before?”

Hawke’s face straightens, his eyes becoming intense. “Baby, you just hadn’t met the right guy.”

“Caveman,” I blurt and his face warms into a smile.

“You sore?”

“A little,” I admit.

“Come, let’s go have a shower together.” Hawke reaches out his hand to mine.

“I can’t move. You’ve worn me out.”

Hawke smiles and I take the opportunity to look him over. His hair is a mess, sticking out at different angles. His eyes are shining, and his scruffy jaw is just the perfect length, covering his chiseled jaw. His abs are so damn perfect, and my eyes linger there before moving to his shoulders and arms, covered in his familiar tatts. My gaze sneaks lower again and his cock jerks against his stomach. My eyes widen and snap up to his.

A loud laugh escapes him. “Baby, if you’re going to check me out like that, what do you expect? It has a mind of its own.”

I sit up to face him. “I think we’d better go and take that shower.”

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