Page 81 of Restless Hawke
Waiting any longer wouldn’t just be torture for her.
It’s driving me to the brink of madness.
I release my grip on her, push to my feet, and drag my cock through her wetness, coating the head thoroughly before I slam into her. Driving her forward and down onto her forearms. Rocking her completely off her knees.
She gasps, takingallof me from this angle, her ass cheeks bouncing with thrust.
So.
Fucking.
Deep.
I bottom out inside her, driven all the way to the hilt.
A low growl of appreciation rumbles through me, and Allegra’s cunt squeezes along my length in response. I grasp her hips, fingers biting into the flesh, and draw back until only the head of my cock remains inside her.
Her pussy clenches, trying to draw me back in, and I don’t have the ability to stop my hips from rocking forward, from plunging into her again.
“Oh, God…” Her strangled cry echoes through my room with every thrust and retreat. “Oh, fuuuuck, Coen!”
It’s the single most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
I roll my hips, dragging the head of my cock against that spot deep inside her. She twitches, clasping and unclasping, gripping, desperate to keep me in each time I withdraw.
Her hands twist in the comforter, and she buries her face in it, her cries muffled but the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
But it isn’t enough.
Not yet.
I pull my cock free.
Allegra whimpers, pushing up to look over her shoulder at me. “Why’d you?—”
I drag my thumb through her drenched core, then slip it up around her most forbidden place. She jerks at the contact, and as I thrust my cock back into her waiting cunt, I slowly slide my thumb into her tight, puckered hole.
A muffled groan falls from her parted lips, and she drops back down, pressing her forehead into the comforter, squeezing in both places enough to force me to grit my teeth and dig deep to find every ounce of self-control I have left so I don’t come immediately.
Somehow, I knew what she needed.
What she wanted, even if she couldn’t voice it.
I rock my thumb in and out of her in time with my cock.
Slow and lazy.
Not at all the way I want to take her.
But if that’s what she wants—hard and rough—that’s not what I’m going to give her.
Not this time.
I want her close to the edge for so long that she’s begging for it, frantic, completely losing herself for something that onlyIcan give her.
And apparently, I was right about what she wants.
Because the more I fuck her in long, slow, deep thrusts, the deeper I shove my thumb, the harder her body trembles. Her pussy ripples. Her face buried in the comforter muffles her muttered curses, but the way she clenches the fabric and my cock tells me everything her words can’t.
