Page 70 of Secret Obsession

I’d have kept begging, but my words turned into a moan as he thrust his cock into my pussy. He fucked me in quick strokes, full of urgency and wildness. He bit my shoulder. Hard. And held on.

The full weight of his body crashed into me. I couldn’t move except from the impact of his thrusts. I wanted a hand free so I could rub my clit. I yanked harder, trying to free myself. It was pointless. He was too strong.

His tip rubbed against my G-spot. My eyes rolled back, and my body went limp under him. I didn’t have any strength left to struggle. I moved my hips, trying to hump the mattress, needing some pressure on my nub. But he was still holding me a couple of inches off the bed.

“Stop that,” he said.

“Please, my clit… I need…”

“Not yet. Stop fighting me. Trust me, Kitten.”

The sensation intensified in my body like a wave about to crash, but it wouldn’t crash until I or he or the bed or something pressed against my clit. It throbbed, begging to be touched. My hips rocked on their own.

Hawk’s pace quickened. His grunts turned more guttural. He slid his hand down and circled quick movements on my sweet spot, tearing a moan out of me.

My orgasm crashed through me so strong that my moans turned to outright screams of bliss while Hawk roared near my ear as he pumped into me slower but harder. He buried himself deep one last time and held it there as his roar turned to ragged breathing.

He collapsed on top of me and let go of my wrists. We both lay panting for some time, catching our breaths, and regaining our strength, because as mind-blowing as that was, it wasn’t enough. And I was sure he felt it too.

He’d been right. Once I stepped foot into the suite, there’d be no way for either of us to leave for at least two days. Neither of us would allow it.

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