Page 115 of Filthy Love

The bed springs.

The headboard.

And hard, heavy moans.

It washed up in lust he couldn’t fucking handle—the slap of skin, the draw of her sex for his cock, the sound of labored breaths—notched up Hawk’s arousal to a level he’d never reached before.

Sweet fucking death taking him.

Gia’s grip on his dick was so tight, so firm that he just about had to fight his way back out. He used his hand to support himself while the other dug into her hip, holding her body for his attack.

Jesus, it felt good, he could barely breathe. The in-out motion was addicting, he’d known it would be. The minute he got inside her he knew he’d be fucking screwed for the rest of his life. The feel of her strongly clasped was something he’d dreamed of, fucking hungered for.

“Gia.Shit.”Good going, dickhead. Just curse in her face.

She looked like an angel beneath him.

All pouty, panting lips and glassy eyes with sex-sweat dotting her forehead.

Hawk fell harder in love with her.

“Touch yourself. Show me how you like it,” he grunted low with exertion, trying to slow his thrusts so it would last longer, but the way she fisted him, encouraging him to drill her, he was losing that battle fast.

She followed instantly sliding fingers down, his greedy eyes followed, she started rubbing, hard—rougher than he would have imagined she liked.

“Oh, Hawk. Please,” she whimpered. His next downward stroke took him all the way to her depths and the pleasure punched him in the temple.

As much as he ached to thrust forever, he knew he was on a losing streak as pleasure gathered like a tornado at the base of his spine. But he wouldn’t let go until she did. “Go over for me, little bit. Come for the man who doesn’t deserve it.”

“I will.I am.”

And she did.

At those words, Hawk felt the greatest feeling of all fucking time when she compressed around him with every inner muscle her sweet pussy had.

It was the catalyst to Hawk letting go in hard and needy jerks of his hips, shooting inside her in long, unremitting streams of come.

Oh, fuck. Jesus, fucking Christ.

He was blind. Her pleasure and his pleasure combined was too much, it blurred his vision as she arched beneath him, and he strived to drag as much from her shuddering body as he could. Her knees gripped either side of his waist, latching on like a snake and he pumped inside her for what seemed like an endless amount of time until there was no more air left in his lungs and he was in danger of blanking his shit out.

She had all of him.Everything.

He’d die for her. He’dlivefor her.

Fucking completely owned by a little bit of a thing, her face glowing—smiling, and her fingers danced over the sensitive part of his ribcage.

It was hard to accept he’d made her feel good.

He’d made herfeel good.She’d come more than once for him.

“Fuck,” was all he seemed to be able to get off his tongue.

He tried to move, so he wasn’t crushing her and failed, instead Gia cradled him in between her legs and Hawk let her.

He felt her giggle and if he could he’d open his eyes sometime soon to check on his woman.

“You’ve destroyed me,” he croaked, kissing her neck.

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