Page 66 of Filthy Love

“Hawk. I still want to know what you talked to dad about.”

He slid off the bed, used her ankles to pull her to the end where he fell to his knees and he started to peel her out of her clothes.

“Do you want to talk, or do you want me to tongue-fuck you until you can’t breathe?”

She puffed air from her lax lips.

Her desire scorched him as he fingered her little silk panties he began to slip down her toned legs, discarding them on the floor.

His bones grew loose. He rolled his neck from side to side and stroked down over his new shaved beard.

She’d been right to clip it all off. Now he could get a good mouthful of her pussy.

Fuck. He couldn’t wait.

He descended his head, already licking his lips.

Gia scrambled up on her hands. “Wait. Maybe we should wait to do that, Hawk. I haven't showered since this morning.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders and he hardly felt it. What with the noise roaring between his ears and his hungry tongue dry as a bone.

“I need you like this. Not perfect. Not pristine, just like this, Gia. Wet, pink and swollen. Please.” His voice came out like a croak as he nuzzled his nose to her heat and inhaled her sweet musk, his lower half rubbing the cotton of the bed to assuage the burning ache pulsing between his legs. The meat there wanted sating but first he'd eat. “Let me have this, I need it.”

His fingers crawled up the inside of her thighs, feeling how she shuddered and he took it as a good sign when she allowed her legs to fall open at the knees before shyly hooking one and then its twin over his shoulders.

Hawk felt like he could roar at the moon.

“Can I, little bit?” It was important to have the words from her.

Shyly, with a heated blush to her cheeks she stroked his jaw. He caught that finger and sucked it hard making her moan. “God. Yes, Hawk. Please.”

Shuffling both hands under her ass, he hunkered down, eyeing his prize. “Trust me that I’m obsessed with making you come. Whatever you need. However, you want it, I’ll learn it and give you it.”

“Oh,Jesus.” She moaned, and Hawk knew his cue.

He feasted.

And he didn’t breathe for the next ten minutes or however long it took to break Gia apart.

He fed from her cries and the next one she pleaded him for more.

His shoulder blades burned from the position he’d folded himself into and the hard cock between his legs was an agony, but her sweet moans and the way she fractured apart in his mouth was music.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begged in a voice so hoarse he knew he was to blame, what with the screaming she’d been doing. Or maybe it’s an order for him.

Either way it didn’t matter, because he had no intention of stopping now his mouth was on her throbbing clit once again. Not until she came all over his face. He wanted to be saturated in her scent, to remember every fucking second of Gia thrashing her little hips under his hands while he feasted and made her voice smoke-rough.

He felt the moment of impact hit her.

The thighs he was holding began to shake, her stomach grew hollow in little flutters, and against Hawk’s flattened tongue the vibrations of her orgasm barrelled down from her strained neck straight into his open mouth.

He swallowed her whole.

All through her shudders he licked her tenderly until she settled panting against the pillows and Hawk sat back on his heels, winded for air with his chest smashed open and the taste of bliss in his mouth.

He let his head fall on his neck, fingers splayed on his thighs, he did the breathing thing for god knows how long.

Motherfuck. Gia had no clue she’d just killed him there on her bedroom floor with her legs dangling over his sharp shoulders, she’d killed him.

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