Page 23 of Snagged By Hook

It had been his plan to go slow, bringing her to the brink again and again before finally pushing her over the precipice. When, and only when, she was manic with need for him would he fuck her. That plan went tits up as soon as her essence exploded on his taste buds.

Hook turned his oral attention to her clit and thrust two fingers inside her, searching for the spot that would rocket her off the bed.

When he found it, her hips did just that, smashing against his face so hard she almost dislodged his hand. Her grip on his head bordered on painful. His scalp stung in the best way.

He turned his mouth to the side and ground out, “Harder,” before diving back in.

“What?” She panted the question.

“Harder. My hair. Pull it harder.”

Hook couldn’t speak anymore, he needed his mouth fused to her glorious pussy. He felt the telltale signs of her imminent pleasure, so he bit her clit while flicking the very tip with his tongue.

Nova almost ripped his hair out at the root while her thighs tried to cave his skull in as her orgasm crashed into her.

She was fucking glorious.

Hook was so goddamn hard; he’d be lucky to last more than eight seconds inside her.

He braced himself for what was to come. He wanted her so bad, he couldn’t slow down. Standing, he unbuckled his belt, ripped his zipper down, repositioned his boxers just enough to free his cock, and plunged into her in record time.

The wet velvet heat of her rolled his eyes back in his head so far he could see his own fucking brain.

A trickle of guilt began to enter his lust-soaked brain for not taking his time and preparing her better.

“Oh, god, Jer—” Nova moaned. That guilt instantly disappeared at the sound of her ecstasy.

Reflexively, he shot his hand back to her throat and tightened his grip.

“No,” he bit out.

He’d forgotten.

So caught up in Nova, he forgot his own rules.

Rules that made sex possible for him.

He stilled…waiting.

Waiting for the voice, the voice that taunted him whenever he first sank balls deep into a woman. Especially if she spoke his praises. The voice that orchestrated every sexual encounter he had for three miserable years, and the one he’d tried to fuck silent his entire adulthood.

The voice that was oddly absent for the first time in decades.Shewas absolutely fucking silent.

He shot his gaze to Nova’s face. Pure bliss laced her features. Nothing and no one had ever felt that good…that right.

With the internal noise gone, he focused on the ambient sounds. His breath sawing in and out. Nova’s rasping breathssounding as labored as his, with a small moan following each one. The whirring hum of the ceiling fan, all of it. Sounds he never noticed before during sex.

Withdrawing almost all the way, he slammed back into Nova with a force that slammed the headboard against the wall.

The sound of their bodies coming together, another sound he always ignored, was fucking erotic.

It was a whole new experience for him. One that was wholly unexpected.

Taking a chance, he released her throat and gripped her waist. Pulling out completely, he scooted her up the bed. Standing upright, he shucked the rest of his clothes and climbed on after her.

Hook fit their bodies back together, this time pressing every inch of their exposed skin together. Entering her slowly while staring deep into her soulful brown eyes, he said something he never thought he would.

“Say my name, Nova?” It was more plea than command. He pumped in and out of her with slow, measured thrusts, his hands at her hips in bruising contrast to the tenderness in her touch.

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