Page 49 of Filthy Love

Holy hell, that husky half moan half laugh, and that prolonged hum, the way she sounded like she knew exactly how incredible he was making her feel.

She was soaked. Dripping on his fingers.

There was no shortage of brain cells Hawk was losing, they fell like soldiers of war. He felt like bombs were blasting his skull from all corners, because nothing could be this good, shouldn’t feel this good. If this was a dream he’d kill the fucker who woke him.

One lick after another he sampled her sweetness, grunting after each strike of his tongue. Slow and easy, he let his tongue get acquainted with first her pebbled clit hiding under its hood all shy and pretty, it was wet and swollen and so damn friendly he circled around it to the count of one hundred.

He was tonguing Gia.

Tonguing his fantasy woman in her yard in the dead of night.

Fuck him, if Hawk died now he couldn’t be happier.

He hooked her leg up over his shoulder, both hands palmed her ass to hold her steady. The hunger was a beast inside him, rising through his bones to claim its food.

Feeling alive, he breathed through his nose and opened his mouth wide to devour her.

She’d cracked something in Hawk and he feasted on the emotion.

Pressing his face deep into her pussy, Hawk ate Gia, one wet kiss at a time.

Over and again, her mewls were fire in his gut. Her hands fisting his hair as she pumped her hips were all the encouragement he needed to keep right on sliding through her silky lips. The way she gasped his name and whispered words inaudible, but he caught their meaning that she was feeling good and it had Hawk fifty feet tall there on his knees in front of her.

He wanted to hold her on the brink for a long time, but he was too far gone in pussy heaven to know how to play her right this first time when he felt her splinter apart against his tongue buried deep inside her entrance.

Hawk lapped greedily at her, upholding the pace that brought her to the peak. She tilted her hips forward against the fingers holding her open, pushing his mouth deeper and he was happy to oblige her silent ask. He tortured with lips, tongue, and caresses of his thumbs along either side of her clit until she cried out his name. It was a heady sensation hearing her in the husky, pleasured tones.

It was a high he couldn’t have prepared for, how could he? Hawk had no fucking clue an hour ago he’d be tongue deep inside Gia and lapping like a mad man, taking her taste into his belly.

Wrapping a free arm under her thighs, he enjoyed every quake of her legs, he devoured her as she bucked and rode out her pleasure against his seeking mouth. A rough, keening sound erupted from her, and Hawk, flattened his tongue instinctually to aid in giving her the most of everything as he sucked down her come as it slipped into his mouth.

She cried out to the sky. Her entire body trembling as she came for him.

The sense of pride was nothing he’d experienced before.

He brought her back down with a circle of his thumb on her clit and a slow lick.

“Oh, Hawk. That wasincredible. God.” It was more a gasp than words. Something about it is just…fucking hot as hell.

He wanted to take her over again and again and again, drain her, wreck her for any other punk who couldn’t make her feel thisgood.

His wet lips brushed the fine curly hairs, down her slit and pressed a last kiss to the place he’d only think of as paradise from now on. Thanking her silently for the best gift of his life.

The only reason he’d stopped was he saw her shiver. He needed to get her inside the house.

Rising, he hooked up her shorts from the floor, tucking them into the waist of his sweats, he picked up the melted woman next, “put your legs around me, little bit.”

She instantly complied with both legs and arms, her face found his neck like she was born to fit in that exact spot.

Hawk shuddered.

She’s wrecking me. I’m destroyed.

His heart rolled over and flopped at her feet.

He’d done it now.

He’d crossed the line he’d set for himself to never touch.

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