Of being his.
Hawkins lays me out on the bed with gentle hands while a primal need chips away at his control. When he covers my body with his, my limbs wrap around him and pull him down on top of me.
“I need you,” I plead, my voice desperate in a way I’ve never felt before.
“I’m right here, Hollywood,” he coos at me. His length glides between the slick lips of my pussy and my hips jolt, chasing the feeling, needing more. ‘I’ve got you.”
Our eyes lock and he plunges inside of me with a sure thrust of his hips. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I gasp out his name and tighten my thighs around him.
“Yes,” I hiss before demanding, “more.”
The chuckle that comes out of Hawkins is dark and textured with all the things I don’t know about him. The last thing I should do is trust him. The last thing I should feel is safe.
But I do trust him.
But I do feel safe.
He fucks me with long, hard strokes. His pace is measured and my eyes widen as the crown of his cock hits my g-spot after he grips my hipand tilts me in just the right way. The edge of my vision goes hazy as my mouth falls open.
“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Right there. I’m going to keep fucking you just like this until you can’t stand it anymore. Then you’ll beg me for more and I’ll pound into you like my pretty little fuck doll. You’ll take everything I give you and shatter in my arms. Isn’t that right?”
“Hawkins,” I whimper, the sound delicate and full of so much obsessive desire that I don’t know how to even begin to feel it.
My biker has a dirty fucking mouth and I love it.
I want more of it.
But he doesn’t give it to me. He keeps fucking me, just like he said he would. I can see the determination in his eyes, the need for me to break for him, to beg him, to let fucking go.
“Please,” I mewl. “I need more.” The words tumble from me, slurred with what is almost too much pleasure, “Fuck me harder. Claim me. Need it. Want to feel you all day until you bury yourself inside me again.”
“Fuck,” he holds the word out, each letter grating against my skin with an intensity that matches the way he’s looking at me.
Like he’s about to devour me.
He hooks one of my legs under his arm, bending me slightly which allows him to fill me even deeper when he buries himself to the hilt. I yelp, but then the pinch of pain turns into something delicious. Molten fire pumps through me as his other hand lands on the headboard with a thump.
His knuckles turn white and he uses his grip as leverage. Delicious fucking leverage.
He fucks me like he has the right to destroy me. And, maybe, I’m starting to believe he does.
My entire body shudders and then I’m screaming as I’m flung into the heavens from the explosion that rockets through me. I’m nothing. Just static. Stardust. Miniscule in comparison to the vastness that is this floating sensation.
The only thing that reaches me is Hawkins’ deep, masculine groan. Everything snaps back into focus, and I watch, fascinated, as he tips his head back and the muscles of his neck and shoulders strain. He buries himself as deep as he can get and his cock grows impossibly harder right before the first jet of his cum fills me.
I moan at the sensation, every spurt filling me with a warmth I shouldn’t want. But I do want it. I fucking crave it.
My panting breaths skate across his skin as I cling to him tightly, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He rolls us effortlessly, my body draping over his while his cock remains lodged inside of me.
“Don’t leave,” I slur the words, the exhaustion of the day, of the month, of the year, hitting me all at once.
His hand slides down my spine and just as darkness pulls me under, he whispers, “Never.”
CHAPTER 8
ACE
I wake up to the feeling of my woman being pressed against me. She snuggles deeper into my side like she can’t help herself. The smile that stretches across my face is so wide that it starts to hurt my cheeks. As much as I hate it, I know I need to get her up for the day.
