Page 56 of Heart of Stone

"Fuck it." Hawk jackknifes into a seat, slipping his arms under me. In a move so smooth and effective I can't help but be impressed, he has me flipped until my pussy is directly above his face, my mouth over his cock.

"Better?" I ask, shooting him a grin over my shoulder. His answer is to plunge his face into me, his greedy mouth finding my clit.

Then it is my turn to groan.

With a muffled chuckle, he sets to work, his tongue lapping at my sensitive nubbin, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure.

Arching my back, I ride his face, grinding my hips against his mouth as he chases the sensations he creates. I grip his cock, jerking it as I pant, utterly destroyed by his hands which are everywhere. He strokes my thighs, cups my breasts, and tweaks my nipples, allowing no space to recover.

"Harder," I gasp.

He complies, his tongue lapping at my entrance as he pushes two fingers inside me.

With a moan, I fall upon his cock, sucking him deep. He tastes salty against my tongue, filling my mouth and throat as I suck him, working his shaft with my hands.

Desperation drives us, each fighting to make the other lose control first.

"Fuck, Andi." Hawk groans. "You taste so fucking good."

I gasp in response, my pussy clenching around his fingers as my orgasm builds. I pull back, rolling the condom down his shaft as he works me.

"Want you inside me."

"Not yet," he croons. "Come first."

His tongue resumes its tortured pleasure as his words tip me over. I scream his name as I come apart.

I release his cock to brace myself against his legs, grinding against his face, desperate to draw out my release.

His hands wrap around my thick thighs, holding me against him. He grunts, pleasurable sounds that feed my desire.

He is so good, so fucking good.

"Fuck, Andi."

That is all the warning I get before he pulls away and flips me over, pinning me to the bed.

His eyes blaze with hunger and something else—something darker, more primal.

He doesn't give me time to process, sliding his cock first against me then into me, working his length until my tight, protesting muscles force him to stop.

I gasp, my pussy clenching around him as he stretches me, waits for me to adjust to his girth.

He groans, burrowing his face in the crook of my neck. "Fuck, you feel so tight. Let me work you a little more."

I can only whimper in response, pleasure unraveling like a tightly coiled spring.

"I've wanted you for so fucking long," he grinds out between clenched teeth.

I huff out a laugh. "You’ve known me for less than two weeks."

"Exactly."

He pulls back, working into me in small shallow thrusts. I arch my hips, trying to pull him deeper despite the slight pain.

"Hurry," I pant, clutching at him.

His pace doesn't falter. "I'm being slow," he growls.