Page 197 of Filthy Love

“The Filthy Wedding Night. Party of two.” – The Hawk’s

“No, Gia. I mean it. No babies. You don’t want some screwed up kid turning out like me.”

“Hawk… I’m just a girl, sitting on her man’s dick, asking him to push a baby into her.”

The growl coming from him was feral and so delicious she bit back her smile as he grabbed her hips.

“Stop. You know that shit messes with my head.”

She did.

He was so erotic.

So, ruggedly beautiful.

So, her husband as of a few hours ago when they stood in front of family and friends and took their vows to one another.

“You know making babies means more sex.” She played her top card. Being an old lady to a notorious biker member she’d learned fast what triggered Hawk into giving Gia her own way.

He was such a Gia pleaser.

“Plus, he’d be half mine and you know I’m a genius. I want to consummate our marriage with my biker husband by making a baby.”

His blond head reared up. Eyes flashed. Nostrils flared like he could already smell the sex on their bodies. Gia waited it out. Smiling.

“How much more?”

“A lot more, baby. You’d have to plant all your seed inside me a lot of times. Make sure it’s deep in there. Over and over.” He growled tackling her to the floor, guarding her head with his large palm, before she’d even finished speaking.

Gia laughed until he thrust inside her and then she groaned for her man.

She groaned a lot in the next hour.

They lay like roadkill on the carpet. Chests rapid with breaths.

Gia a sated mess.

Hawk a heaving mess.

His eyes closed, a hand resting on her belly.

Gia turned half towards him.

“I’m meticulous in doing this job right, little bit,” he told her in between slippery, panting kisses. His little finger playing around her navel. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll do that all over again, fill you.And fill you.”He reached up and stroked hair from her face and smiled that half smile of his. It lit Gia up from the inside even as her body renewed with a fresh wave of desire starting low in her belly where his finger toyed with her. “And don’t think I don’t know how you manipulated my dick.”

She merely grinned at her worn-out husband for a job well done. No one could accuse Hawk of half-assing anything. Not as a Vice President in an MC or as her new husband. “He likes me a lot.”

Hawk grunted what she called his chuckle.

His eyes closed to regain his strength.

Little did her man know.

But he was about to.

Drawing patterns on his sweat slicked chest, around and around she went, she hummed to herself. Happiness radiating through her pores. “You already did your job. By the way. Real damn well as it goes.”

He cranked one eye. Not quite getting it.

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