Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Fucking, Christ!” I mouthed, the sensation far too exhilarating. She felt like perfection, her pussy clamping around my cock in an already tight space. I pulled out, and she exhaled slowly before I slammed back into her and begin fucking like she was my last feast.
Britta’s heavy breasts bounced with the movement, her desperate pleas echoing through my office. She raised her arms above her head, gripping the desk’s edge. I lifted her legs, bending until she folded, clutching them just above the ankles. It allowed me to drive deeper, to hear her pleasurable husky screams with each thrust. Britta’s nipples were hard and in need of being sucked. Leaning forward, I claimed each one, sucking, flicking, biting.
“Hawk...” she panted, her body trembling. I could feel her clenching, she was close. Straightening, I gripped her legs tighter and slammed into her pussy until she shrieked with delight. Again, her back arched, pussy wet but so tight as she came around my cock. Her body collapsed back onto the table, exhausted, skin tinged pink.
But I was not done with her yet. I continued to fuck hard, claiming every bit of strength she had left until I gave into the pleasure and exploded inside her. I pumped Britta full of cum, years of this playing out mentally, finally becoming a reality.
Pulling her upright, I continued with gentle thrusts. After fucking so hard and coming harder, both her pussy and my cock were more sensitive to the touch. Within moments, my cock was hard as a rock again, greedily wanting more. Her hand hooked over my neck, Britta’s hips gyrated, her head lolled back as she soaked up the movement.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she pleaded.
“I don’t plan on it, babe. You feel too fucking good to not fuck all night.”
This time, however, I wanted to go slower. I wanted to savor the feeling of her pussy around my cock. Cupping her ass cheeks, I lifted her high, and instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist. While I carried Britta from the office, she continued circling her hips, grinding against me.
“You’re fucking wicked, you know that?” I rumbled, the sensation far too good.
She fucked me in her own time, hard nipples grazing my chest.
“The wall,” she barely breathed, eyes closed in ecstasy. “The wall.”
We didn’t make it to the bed. Instead, I sandwiched her against the wall where she used the firm backing to grind harder.
This time she was in charge, and I fucking loved how she was craving it.
She exhaled sharply, eyes opening and rolling back, nails digging into my shoulders as she came around my cock once more.
In this very moment, I saw Britta at her most vulnerable. Most sexual. It was a moment I wanted to etch in my brain, for it was her most beautiful.
Those blue eyes met mine, and I kissed her lips gently while walking to the bathroom. Lowering Britta onto her shaky legs, I untied the bounds around her wrists and turned the shower on. With the right temperature, we stepped in under the stream, and I soaped her gorgeous body. She freely let my hands roam into every nook and cranny. Britta wrapped her hand around my still-hard cock and stroked, tired eyes lusting for what I could give her.
“You want some more, baby?”
She met my gaze, hopeful and expectant. “Yes.”
I smiled, loving how much she craved it. “The night is ours,” I said, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around her shoulders. “The night is ours, and I plan to explore every inch of your body and back again.”
Britta shivered in delight and bit her bottom lip.
I pulled her close, skin to skin. “I want to fuck you nice and slow next time, but if you keep biting that lip of yours the way you do, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be walking around bowlegged for a week.”
This time, she smiled, coy and cheeky. “Maybe that sounds like a punishment I may just love.”
I gripped her ass and squeezed tight. “You’re a bad, bad girl, Britta Valentino.” Taking her wrist, I led Britta to the bed and pushed her back onto the mattress. She sat, legs swaying side to side, arms propping her up. Catching her ankles, I pulled her roughly toward me until she fell back down and spread her legs wide.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I growled, my voice husky with desire. “Screaming only turns me on.”
Chapter 11
Britta
I had to tell him no more.
He laughed and said, ‘I told you so.’
I was tired and fucked... literally.
I tried to stand, but he pulled me back down onto his king-sized mattress. It may be the biggest bed I’d ever been in, but we covered every inch of it last night. My skin tingled at the memories. Hawk wasn’t lying. He did punish me. And I loved every moment of it. My body screamed at me for a reprieve, but I could give it none. Hawk was in me, over me, consuming me, taking me, and I willingly and happily took everything he gave. The man was a monster in the bedroom. Insatiable, relentless, and in all honesty, a fucking god between the sheets.