Page 119 of Filthy Love

Her stomach did its hundredth flip of the night.

“Something so beautiful can’t love a deranged monster,” he thrust deep. Harder, wilder. His body unleashed on hers and it was like witnessing a storm up close.

“I can. I do. I love Colton Hawk. If he’s a monster, then I love a monster.” Legs and arms around him, if he dared stop…

“You’re killing me.” His head anchored down, lips found her nipples, sucking first one then the other. And it was when he laid his full palms under her boobs, the same dangerous, do-damage hands spanned his fingers and fastened her to the bed as he slammed as deep as he could, she splintered apart.

The orgasm came at her from all corners.

Gia shuddered and cried into Hawk’s shoulder while he worked her through it murmuring dirty, dark words of how good she felt drenching his undeserving cock. “Gimme one more,” he gruffed and he slid out of her, only to turn her on her side, he got in behind her, his thick cock poking her spine. Hawk pulled her leg over his thigh and found what he wanted.

Tingles intensified when her wetness meant he slid in so deep.

She felt him in her stomach.

“Fuck. Gia.Little bit. Do you know what you’ve given to a worthless bastard? Squeeze me tight like you hate my fucking cock.”

She made him work to push back in.

“I want to be fucking covered in you,” he whispered in her ear, sucking on the neck she angled for him. Filthy, hot words blinded her. She permitted the torrent of feeling to close over her head. Hawk sunk her in awareness one pump of his hips at a time.

Never did she think it would be this overwhelming.

“Oh, god.” She sobbed, half out of her mind.

He rasped right after. “Too late for praying, you already let the animal into all this good.”

Fingers tightened on her hip bone. He licked a path down her neck and she reached back, clasped his hand, bringing it around her front, leading him to her pussy where their joining increased in speed. His sexy groans were an indicator he was going to come very soon.

“Feel how wet you made me,” she smiled, undulating. She helped him stroke her clit. “Baby. Oh,please.”

She loved that he looked frightening when he was ready to explode. It made every second of him railing inside her all the edgier, like she was breathing on top of a mountain and feeling every bit of living.

“I’m about to fuck you hard, little girl.”

It sounded like thunder when Hawk came. One push after another, Gia was flooded in her own pleasure, but savored every starved, hoarse word he pressed against the back of her neck as he emptied inside her.

“You freed the monster,” his breath harsh and choppy. Gia was in a similar state, overstimulated she felt sensitive wherever his hands stroked. “What the fuck do I do now, little bit?”

“You let me love the monster. Keep the monster. Play with the monster. Make the monster come and come and—” the palm over her mouth stopped her.

“Don’t say another word. For fucks sake, not a word, Gia, or you’ll have me solid in a second and you’re too sore for another round.”

She laughed and licked his hand. He hissed like she’d burned him.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he said without heat, he rolled onto his back, arm slung over his eyes.

Gia took pride in his insult. She’d undone him, and it was the best feeling of all.

After a minute. When breaths returned to normal. “Did I make you feel good?”

His ashen eyes took a slow, lazy pleasure induced blink and the fire burned hotter with satisfaction in her belly to know she put that gratified look on his face.

At last it washer.

“You couldn't tell by the way I rutted you like a fiend on steroids?” He asked in a level tone and every inch on Gia's exposed skim turned a satisfied ruddy color.

She was still in bed when he finished in the shower. She watched him dress, but it was as he was about to yank the shirt over his head her entire body jack-knifed.

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