Page 114 of Filthy Love

“Fuck. Fuck. Gia.Fuck.You gotta stop before I pour into your hands.”

“You feel incredible. I’ve wanted to do this forever. So hard. So soft.” She whispered, and didn’t she just stroke his slit and cause his back to break in two. “Next time I want to make you come this way, okay?”

He would have agreed to his own murder.

He pinned her to her soft, white bedding, her hand fisting his cock trapped between them. A bed made for a princess not a fuck up like him.

“Stop thinking,” she chided, running a finger over his length. “We need this, please, Colton.”

It should be him doing the pleading.

But he got between her legs, widening them with rough hands.

She was so goddamn wet and pink.

“You can still change your mind,” he reminded her. Half wanting her to kick him out, so he could obsess in peace. Because he knew once he got inside her it would be game over.

He’d told her it was just sex.

What a fucking joke.

“Never,” she kissed him, and together with their fingers threaded around his cock they led him to her wetness.

As Hawk lined himself up, a shudder wracking his spine, he penetrated the only woman he'd ever loved with all his deranged heart, he got the sense he was floating dead somewhere and this moment was his purgatory on a loop for a punishment for his life-long wrongs he'd committed, starting from the moment of his birth that had been orchestrated by evil people.

“God fucking damn.” He ground out, slipping another inch inside. She was tiny and tight, and she was hugging him so fucking close he was drowning in sensation.

“Oh, Colton,” he heard, trying not to go at her like a bull.

He couldn't believe Gia would let him inside her body. A pure soul allowing a monster to fuck her.

He should stop. He shouldstop.

He churned harder to reach the bottom of her, delicate fingers clutching his sides, her knees bracketing his hips.

He’d memorized every facet of her being over the years. Stolen sights of her. Her smile, the way she threw her whole body into laughing. The shimmy of her curved hips when she walked in heels.

He was a fucking predator, stalker, monster, deviant or all the above, but he loved her hands, he loved her hands when she brushed hair off her face or ate a sandwich. The way she’d touch her lips, but most of all he loved her slim fingers when they’d wrapped around his raging cock and she’d told him to fuck her.

The feeling was indescribable. Waves of pleasure became his every breath. He sucked in air and pushed down hard, wet warmth greeted him. Oh, fuck, he was gonna lose it so fucking fast.

“You feel so good,” she mewled, his head reared up, met her eyes, his body stalling mid-thrust like he’d been prodded with a 1000-volt taser.

She liked what his disgusting body was doing to hers?

His cock swelled larger knowing he was making her feel good.

He felt her vice around his cock and died right there with the thrill of it.

She squeezed, and he died again, grunting low in his throat.

“Gia…” he warned, not sure against what, it was impossible to pull free, he needed to stay inside her forever.

He was going to hell.

He just didn’t factor in Gia wouldn’t mind how he got sent there first.

The sounds of hard fucking stung his ears.

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