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)
“Fuckkk...” I screamed, my hands seizing my breasts as the orgasm ripped through me. He rode me through the wave, licking and tasting my cum until finally, my body fell in exhaustion. Hawk didn’t waste any time, flipping me onto my stomach and bringing me up to my knees.
His large hands slapping down across my right ass cheek. After the rush of pleasure I’d just had, and with my now sensitive nerve endings, the sudden strike of pain brought the urge back to life. When he did it again, my nipples hardened and back concaved. I desperately needed him, to feel him moving inside. And then, as if reading my thoughts, he plunged in his rock-hard cock the deepest he could go.
I screamed, and he caught me from falling, my legs giving way. It was a strange feeling when he was inside me, thrusting hard or slow, it didn’t matter. There was a pain within, but it was an addictive pain. One that quickly turned to pleasure. He had length and width which my pussy struggled to accommodate, but I was a sucker for the punishment because it felt so damn good.
Hawk’s hand slid down the center of my back, pushing my chest onto the mattress, making my ass stick higher. He held me down while he drove in and out, fucking me senseless. He pounded me hard and ground against me, wrapping my long hair around his fist for leverage.
I orgasmed violently, screaming out his name. My limbs were weak and exhausted, but Hawk held me up while he pumped into me a few more times before coming inside of me. When he was done, his fingers gripped my waist, and he fell on top of me and rolled to the side.
We were both catching our breath, Hawk’s muscles twitching from the rigor.
“Are you happy I interrupted your date now?” he asked, and although I couldn’t see his face in the shadows, I knew he was smiling.
“Would it make you into a cocky bastard if I said yes?”
“I’m already one, so it makes no difference.”
I laughed at his narcissism, but I knew he was just saying it to earn a smile.
Exhaling heavily to find the energy, I sat up in bed. “I should get going. It was a long—”
“Stay the night,” Hawk interrupted.
I was caught off guard, and my heart skipped a beat.
I had assumed that the unspoken rule of friends with benefits was that overnight stayers were a big no-no. They garnered endearment. Placed vulnerable hearts at risk of falling for those who were off limits. Of course, I couldn’t say any of this to him, because I would look a wee bit crazy, so instead, I opted for the safe version of crazy.
“Are you sure we should go down that path?”
He must have opened his eyes because the whites of his eyes suddenly glowed. “Britta,” he started, and I almost felt reprimanded, “I asked you to stay the night, not push out six of my kids.”
Squeezing my lips together, I held back the burst of laughter. He was right, no matter how absurd his explanation was.
Taking my hand, Hawk pulled me from the bed and led me into the shower. Once again, under the hot stream of water, his large possessive hands soaped and cleaned my body. We did all this in silence and seeing how tired I was, Hawk behaved himself despite his hard cock pleading for more. Once in bed, he wrapped a muscled inked arm around my torso and pulled me toward him. We spooned, and it felt safe and secure. So safe and secure, it was dangerous.
As sleep started to claim us both, our breathing in sync, my mind wandered back to the last thing he said to me.
“You want six kids?” I asked.
There was a pause which was genuinely frightening. I almost expected the answer ‘Six? Try ten!’ by how long it took him to respond.
“I...” he started sleepily, “... don’t want six, but I do want at least one. Someone to take over my empire when I’m dead and gone. You?”
I sighed. “Ask my mom, she has it all planned out for me.”
Hawk chuckled sleepily against my neck. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me. Anyway...” he chided endearingly, “... that’s a thought for a couple of years, not now.”
THE NEXT MORNING, HAWK ran back to the car carrying a tray with two coffees and a bag of bagels. We’d already stopped by my place so I could change, and we were now going back to work. Hawk had insisted I travel with him instead of me jumping into my own car because we were both headed to Ricky’s afterward.
“This...” he said, grabbing a takeout coffee, “... is exactly what I need.”
Taking a sip, I closed my eyes and marveled at the taste.