Page 59 of Filthy Love

As much as he tried to get her to leave him alone, he pulled her closer, addictions wrapping around his limbs. Irremovable vines twisting around his every organ.

What could he do?

Drown?

Ask her what she wanted with him?

He knew already, and his tongue was dry wanting it. He knew how to wet it, didn’t he? Oh yeah, he’d get his mouth so fucking wet it would drip off the tip.

It got his blood running even hotter.

The damage to his mind was already done, she was fighting a losing battle there.

Could he take pleasure in her for a little while and still be able to let her go to have that nice, normal life?

What pleasure it was, he was still high from listening to Gia come for him.

His dick rose from the dead and saluted its mistress.

A new sense of urgency rushed into his belly, he was itchy and jittery, there was no time like the present.

Once more wouldn’t be enough. He could gulp Gia and still he’d hunger. He’d once gorged on ice cream bars until he was sick, he’d never wanted ice cream ever again. If he got Gia in his throat again she’d be a gnaw he couldn’t get rid of, he’d want her constantly.

Like he didn’t already want her constantly.

She’d snipped his beard. Slow methodical movements of both fingers and scissors.

All Hawk knew was he was fucking hypnotized with her fingers combing through his hair, he would have let her cut off his skin if it felt this good.

Then she’d combed his hair in straight lines either side of his head.

“I like the length.” She’d said. “It just needs tidying some.”

At that point Hawk’s cock was in danger of pushing through his pants. It took all his will not to grab her into his lap and ground her to dust until he spurted all his come he’d saved up from the night before.

He was a complete dumb-fuck and acknowledged it. Because he wanted every scrap of Gia’s attention. He wanted to soak it in until it ran dry and she had no more to give.

He'd imagined her countless times, thousands upon thousands, clutching the sheets, grabbing onto his shoulders beneath him, screaming as she came.

He was sick.

Deranged.

He couldn't impose his filth on her more than he had. Not when it was all he thought about. Night and day. His Gia coming for him.

And now he’d seen her in her pleasure, there was no getting rid of his compulsion.

“You’re thinking loud down there.” He heard. And his eyes flipped up to see Gia smiling.

He’d been so much in his own deviant head he didn’t know she’d stopped the clippers and was brushing mounds of beard onto the floor.

Fuck. That was a shit ton of hair. He brought his hand to his face and found only bristle under his palm. Thick and even across his face. The hair no longer trailed down to his chest.

“Oh god, if you frown right now I’m going to kiss you. Fair warning, I can’t resist your avalanche pouting.” Gia said stepping back and then she stared at him.

She stared so long Hawk did frown because her face blanched.

“Oh,shit.” She said. Her hands going up to her face. Eyes wide. She looked so fucking stricken Hawk had no clue why. “What have I done?” Staring hard. “We need to fix it, Hawk. Right now.”

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