Page 62 of Hawke
It had been a rough day a few months ago. The entire Iron Fang was in an uproar about finding a sex trafficking ring that was traveling up and down the west coast. Rumors of these parties fading in and out of Switch’s radar were both frustrating and intriguing. They were hell bent on finding the ringleader, and they soon did because they found Journey months later.
But at the time, Hawke had to travel three days away from the club, which was a long time for any of the bikers to be away from home base. They worked together as a team, became so closely bonded, they worried for each other’s safety and didn’t leave overnight unless there was a pack of them.
Hawke had traveled alone, and I was expecting him back the next day, so I didn’t bother covering myself with a towel when I walked back into my room. I never imagined there would be a greedy, attention seeking tattooed male sitting on my bed with wide eyes.
I hid in the bathroom for nearly ten minutes while he tried to coax me out, saying he saw nothing.“I was looking at your heart, not your boobs!” he kept saying.
“I think we both know I saw.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I was trying to get you to come out. I missed you and didn’t want you upset, so yes, I did fib. A little.” He held up his index finger and thumb, showing me how little he meant.
I bit my lip, pulling on the chapped skin of my lips. He took his thumb and softly tugged my lip away, sending shivers down my spine as he caressed it.
“I think you’re stalling,” I whispered.
He licked his lips. “Yeah, but I really want to taste those lips.”
Before I could playfully ask, “Which ones?” he crushed his lips on me, savoring every bit I gave him. His hand roamed my back, pulling me closer to his erection.
I moaned, leaning my head back as he kissed down my neck, to my shoulder until he sucked the skin so hard the pain mixed with pleasure.
“Hawke!” I whined, rubbing myself on his dick like a feral cat. I wrapped my arms around him, as I went to my knees. He let go of my shoulder to put his mouth on my breasts, and I hissed as he sucked violently on one while he palmed the other.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his scalp and thus pulling him away from me. His grip broke with a loud pop, and his eyes were filled with a passionate black.
I wanted more.
“You want more?” he read my mind. “You want me to finger fuck you? He was already beginning to unbutton my pants but then became frustrated and ended up ripping them past the zipper to give himself more space.
A growl spread through him, vibrating his body all over. He sighed, and his fingers parted my lips. “You wanna know what I did after I saw your breasts that night?”
I mumbled incoherently, and he pinched my nipple. “Pay attention, Sunshine, you don’t want to miss this.” He pushed his thick digit into my pussy. My back arched, trying to get more of him inside me.
He chuckled, almost evilly. “I thought about them for months, what I would do to them, to you with that flimsy bath towel you had around your waist.”
My heat engulfed him as he pushed in another finger. I was stretched as he pushed his fingers in and out of my body. He was using his strength to thrust deeply, and another finger tickled my entrance.
He licked my nipple, watching it harden beneath his gaze. “How I would kiss you senseless, touch every inch of this glorious body, show you how a real male can worship a queen.” He took his free hand and rubbed against my clit.
I cried out, feeling my orgasm build. Three thick fingers, thrusting inside me with wild abandon. The bed was shaking. Hawke moved every bit of his body as he pushed me farther into oblivion.
“And then I would fill all your holes with my cock. Fill you with my seed, my scent, so no other male would ever approach you, let alone touch you,” he growled.
I whimpered, biting my lip to hold in my screams.
“No, no, Sunshine, I wanna hear you. Let me hear those pretty little whimpers as your greedy little cunt milks my fingers.”
Oh, the dirty talk will be the end of me.
As I grew closer, my arousal seeping down his fingers, I felt his fourth finger.
No, he wouldn’t.
“Not today, but soon,” he panted, as he had me bounce on his fingers. “Every inch of me is going to stretch every inch of you.”
I cried out, my forehead landing on his shoulder as I felt the waves of my orgasm crash into the shore. He continued to finger fuck me, his mouth finding my neck and sucking on it violently.
He was marking his territory, and I loved every minute.
He nibbled my skin but nipped it too hard, piercing the skin, and I yipped in surprise.
