My nails dug into his sides and he wiggled but kept going. I reached further around for his back and dug in there instead. His skin was hot and became damp. My hands roamed over his back, down to his ass, and holy shit. Cupping his ass was only another reminder how big he was compared to me. It was perfectly round and tight, but my tiny hand barely covered half a cheek. Still, I gripped it as well as I could.
I was getting lost in the moment, the slow build of pressure collecting once again deep inside when I was lifted from the couch, his dick still impaling me.
My hands scrambled to grip his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist.
But he grabbed under my thighs, spreading me wide. “Relax, I got you,” he purred as he slammed me to the wall.
He bounced me on his cock hard and fast, my breasts bouncing with each thrust.
The angle he was at was hitting my clit and his cock was so deep inside. “Hawk, I’m about to come,” I said on a ragged breath, holding onto his shoulders.
That statement only made him go faster. He rumbled as hot jets spurted inside of me, my pussy pulsing and tightening around him. Prickling heat danced over my skin.
“Goddamn,” he said through clenched teeth. “Milk me,baby.”
Moans and other strange noises came from my mouth and I didn’t care. It all felt so good. Too good.
As if I wasn’t riding a high already, his lips crushed mine and his tongue pushed deep inside. My fingers went to his hair and I kissed him back just as deeply. He was a delicious snack. No. He was a whole meal. And he was mine.
He finally slowed his thrusts and grunted into my mouth on his last one. But he didn’t stop kissing me. Instead, he held me there, high in the air against the wall and made out with me until my lips were numb.
When he softened and slipped out, I giggled, even though I didn’t mean to.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his icy blue eyes glaring at me.
Gripping his hair tighter, I smiled. “I laughed because now you’re leaking out of me.”
He turned us fast and I squeaked again. He sat me on the edge of the couch and swiftly stuck his fingers back inside.
I stiffened.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he froze.
“Just a bit sore. But a good sore,” I told him with a grin. “A great sore.”
His concerned look melted into something more mischievous. He pumped lightly, pulled his fingers out, then wiped them down my chest and onto my stomach. “Now I’m all over you.”
My chest rose with a deep breath.
He leaned back in. “Don’t wash it off until I say,” he demanded before he gripped my head between both hands and took my mouth again.
Yep. This was all too much.
I was already addicted to him.
Chapter 18
Hawk
Fucking hell. Yes, she was pretty. Yes, she had a perfect body. Yes, her pussy was as delicious as I suspected. And yes, she felt so fucking good. Butwhat the fuck? I’d had plenty of women. All pretty, all nice bodies, and honestly, they all felt good. So why the fuck did she feel the way she did? Why did she feel like she was made for me? Why did I enjoy her so much?
It wasn’t even anything special. We fucked on the basement couch. But it was different. I’d be a hypocrite to say her not being a virgin was a problem, but I did intend to fully make her forget anyone else had been inside of her. But why did I care?
Something about her made me feel like an animal. I fucking rubbed my jizz all over her… after I came inside of her. I hadn’t taken anyone raw in years and learned my lesson on that quick. She didn’t end up pregnant, but the scare was enough to have me wrap up from there on out.
But I didn’t think twice about stopping to sheath up with her. I wanted to feel her. I knew I missed a big step in the normal process and I didn’t care. She’s my wife. If you can’t fuck your wife raw, what’s the point?
Still, maybe we should talk about that now that the rush of it all settled. I’d helped her get dressed and once I did, we went upstairs and I made her a glass of water. She was coming out of the bathroom and I was standing in my bedroom looking at the bare mattress.
