Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Lover,” he croons. “I’m happy to do all the work.” He winks. And I know what he’s saying is true. Instead, I lower myself until I feel him at my entrance. He keeps his hands to himself, giving me space to lower myself onto him. When he’s seated fully inside me, I take a deep breath before I lean forward, place my hands on his tattooed chest, and start rocking my hips back and forth.
“Fuck, woman.” He growls but doesn’t touch me. He lets me do whatever I want to do. I ride him, and he lets me. Even when I can feel myself building and building, he makes no move to touch me. But as I look down at his face, I see he’s biting his lip, and I can tell that he’s restraining himself from touching me, letting me have complete control. I’ve never once noticed him let another woman take charge. Deep down, it makes me want to believe I’m special, but I focus on what we have now.
“Touch me,” I command, and reach for his hand to place it on my tit. I know he fucking loves my tits and my ass; I always catch him staring at them. He doesn’t waste any time as his hands cover both my tits, and they fill his palms. He takes them between his fingers and starts rolling my nipples as he shifts himself to sit up against the wall. I don’t stop my movements as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He bites it and proceeds to bite all around my breast, and I know I’m going to have teeth marks all over me, which only turns me on more.
He’s so in tune with my body because the moment my orgasm begins to crest, his lips slam onto mine as if coaxing it out of me, demanding that I give him everything. He consumes me, not letting me ride out this wave without every part of him being right there with me. He always reminds me who’s making me feel this way.
The first orgasm that hits me breaks me apart as he devours me whole, grabbing my hips and rocking us back and forth to keep the momentum. I feel another build straight after the first, despite how sensitive I am. But he doesn’t give me time to breathe or think. He just takes and gives, and I suddenly can’t even remember why I’m mad at him. He just keeps my hips rocking, and his mouth devouring mine. Branding me from the inside out.
CHAPTER 33
Hawke
She collapses onto my chest, spent and completely done, but I’m far from finished. I pick her up, my very hard cock staying lodged inside of her, and take her to the living room. I set her on her feet, turn her around so her ass is facing me, then bend her over the chair. I slap her hard on both her ass cheeks before I thrust back in, pounding into her, trying my hardest to blow a load on her. Fuck, my dick feels red and raw.
“How about you take the condom off?” she pants, and I freeze, my hands locked on her hips. She looks at me over her shoulder. “We’ve been at this for an hour. Let me have a water break or something.”
I pull out of her, staring down at my dick, confused. What the fuck, man? You literally have the most beautiful woman in the world bent over in front of you, and you’re not going to take advantage of it?
“Hawke,” Ivy says, clicking her fingers in front of me. “It’s not falling off.”
“It’s not getting off either,” I grumble as I whip the condom off. “You’re not going to run away again if we don’t wear protection?”
Her eyebrows furrow, and I wonder if I missed something again. Did it have nothing to do with the condom in the first place?
She takes a seat on the couch, and I’m confused at first, then she pats the seat beside her and says, “Let’s talk for a second.”
“You want me to talk about my feelings while my dick is splitting in two?” I ask incredulously and stare back at Hawke Junior.
“Yeah, it might help the little fella,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek.
“Don’t ever call him little when he’s in the room,” I retort, grabbing her by the hips and setting her on my lap. Her breath hitches as she casually grabs my cock and slowly strokes it between us. Fuck, it feels so good. I need to come.
In her, preferably. Always in her.
“I didn’t run because we weren’t using condoms,” she states. “I just thought we needed space.”
“Space?” I ask, and her hand clamps firmly around my cock to keep me in place.
Fuck, this is confusing, and I don’t know if she’s using my dick as a weapon against me right now.