"Hawk..." she panted, her body trembling. I could feel her clenching, she was close. Straightening, I gripped her legs tighter and slammed into her pussy until she shrieked with delight. Again, her back arched, pussy wet but so tight as she came around my cock. Her body collapsed back onto the table, exhausted, skin tinged pink.
But I was not done with her yet. I continued to fuck hard, claiming every bit of strength she had left until I gave into the pleasure and exploded inside her. I pumped Britta full of cum, years of this playing out mentally, finally becoming a reality.
Pulling her upright, I continued with gentle thrusts. After fucking so hard and coming harder, both her pussy and my cock were more sensitive to the touch. Within moments, my cock was hard as a rock again, greedily wanting more. Her hand hooked over my neck, Britta's hips gyrated, her head lolled back as she soaked up the movement.
"I don't want you to stop," she pleaded.
"I don't plan on it, babe. You feel too fucking good to not fuck all night."
This time, however, I wanted to go slower. I wanted to savor the feeling of her pussy around my cock. Cupping her ass cheeks, I lifted her high, and instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist. While I carried Britta from the office, she continued circling her hips, grinding against me.
"You're fucking wicked, you know that?" I rumbled, the sensation far too good.
She fucked me in her own time, hard nipples grazing my chest.
"The wall," she barely breathed, eyes closed in ecstasy. "The wall."
We didn't make it to the bed. Instead, I sandwiched her against the wall where she used the firm backing to grind harder.
This time she was in charge, and I fucking loved how she was craving it.
She exhaled sharply, eyes opening and rolling back, nails digging into my shoulders as she came around my cock once more.
In this very moment, I saw Britta at her most vulnerable. Most sexual. It was a moment I wanted to etch in my brain, for it was her most beautiful.
Those blue eyes met mine, and I kissed her lips gently while walking to the bathroom. Lowering Britta onto her shaky legs, I untied the bounds around her wrists and turned the shower on. With the right temperature, we stepped in under the stream, and I soaped her gorgeous body. She freely let my hands roam into every nook and cranny. Britta wrapped her hand around my still-hard cock and stroked, tired eyes lusting for what I could give her.
"You want some more, baby?"
She met my gaze, hopeful and expectant. "Yes."
I smiled, loving how much she craved it. "The night is ours," I said, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around her shoulders. "The night is ours, and I plan to explore every inch of your body and back again."
Britta shivered in delight and bit her bottom lip.
I pulled her close, skin to skin. "I want to fuck you nice and slow next time, but if you keep biting that lip of yours the way you do, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be walking around bowlegged for a week."
This time, she smiled, coy and cheeky. "Maybe that sounds like a punishment I may just love."
I gripped her ass and squeezed tight. "You're a bad, bad girl, Britta Valentino." Taking her wrist, I led Britta to the bed and pushed her back onto the mattress. She sat, legs swaying side to side, arms propping her up. Catching her ankles, I pulled her roughly toward me until she fell back down and spread her legs wide.
"Be careful what you wish for," I growled, my voice husky with desire. "Screaming only turns me on."
Chapter 11
Britta
I had to tell him no more.
He laughed and said, ‘I told you so.'
I was tired and fucked... literally.
I tried to stand, but he pulled me back down onto his king-sized mattress. It may be the biggest bed I'd ever been in, but we covered every inch of it last night. My skin tingled at the memories. Hawk wasn't lying. He did punish me. And I loved every moment of it. My body screamed at me for a reprieve, but I could give it none. Hawk was in me, over me, consuming me, taking me, and I willingly and happily took everything he gave. The man was a monster in the bedroom. Insatiable, relentless, and in all honesty, a fucking god between the sheets.
I wasn't going to lie and say it felt wrong because it didn't. However, the niggling in my mind started almost immediately.
He was my boss.
My brother's best friend.
He was off-limits.
Hawk Carnage made a healthy living from making women feel sexy. He boosted their confidence with just one look. And last night, I'd felt like a fucking queen in his presence.
Quickly sitting up, I felt Hawk's eyes on me following my every move.
"Stay, Britta," he rumbled. It was more of a command the way he said it. I wanted to stay. But I didn't know what it was that now existed between us.
"I have to go home," I said, feeling the need to come up with any excuse. He looked so darn handsome, arm hooked behind his head, the white sheet up as far as his waist, revealing his chiseled muscles.
"Why the rush?"
His narrowed eyes made me nervous, and I faltered. "Home, because... I have to feed..." Shit. I looked around the room searching for some inspiration but got none, "... my goldfish."
What the hell!?
Worst. Liar. In. Town. That was me.
Hawk raised his eyebrows at me.
"Goldfish? That's your best excuse?"
"Umm... yes."
He leaned forward, propped up on one elbow. "What's its name?"
I was committed now. My head thinks Cooper as my mouth commits to Charlie. The end result is Charper.
Hawk bites his bottom lip to stop the smile.
"Charper?"
I swallowed hard realizing I sounded like a complete fuckwit.
"Y... Yes," I stammer. "I wanted something, you know... unique."
He nodded. "Charper is certainly unique."
Clearing my throat, I stood looking around for my dress. It was still in his office. Shit. While I was busy working out my life, Hawk's eyes were freely roaming my naked body, his hard cock tenting the bed sheet. I felt a pang between my sore legs.
I could just crawl back into bed and visit his cock one more time. No, I needed to go while I was already determined.
Grabbing the top blanket which had pooled on the ground at the end of the bed, I wrapped it around my naked body and headed to the door.
"Sweet Jesus!" I muttered, forcing my aching legs to move.
"Are you wanting to escape?" He laughed. My eyes flicked back to him.
"I told you," I said with a hint of a smile because I sucked so badly at lying. "I have a goldfish depending on me."
Walking down the hall to the office, I heard Hawk chuckle. Sliding back into my red dress, I searched for my cell in the kitchen, and with only five percent battery left, I ordered an Uber. Gathering everything, I waited for the lift and turned in time to see Hawk standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"See you Monday," I said quietly, a strange feeling of loneliness filling the apartment as the elevator doors closed. Inside the lift, I caught my reflection in the mirrored glass.
"Oh my God," I murmured, observing in horror the state of my bed hair.
I looked royally fucked and felt it too.
SLATE WAS SITTING ON my couch when I arrived home.
He glanced at me and then back to the TV, paying notice to my state of dress. Placing my keys on the counter, I headed straight for the shower to clean myself and put on some fresh clothes. Although we'd both had a shower together last night, we continued to fuck for another three hours after and I was confident I smelled of sex.
Today I planned to hate myself for what I allowed myself to do.
I fucked my boss.
And I liked it, a lot.
My deceitful body was already craving more.
This was a part of the reason why I left his apartment in such a hurry. His sexual stamina was off the charts. I'd never been with someone who could actually make me multiple orgasm. Roman never took the time to garner one orgasm from me let alone multiple. It was a task I took on for myself. But having a man demand them from you time and time again until you were covered in sweat and shaking like a leaf was both exhilarating and terrifying. Last night I behaved with Hawk in a way I didn't think was possible for me. My body simply... responded.
Slipping into a summer dress, I walked back out to the living room and joined Slate on the sofa. He'd taken it upon himself to order pizza, and when my stomach grumbled, I realized just how ravenous I was. I'd certainly worked up an appetite last night.
Stealing a slice of cheesy goodness, I stared numbly at the TV screen while I ate.
"Where you been?" Slate finally asked with a mouthful of food.
I stared at him. He hadn't noticed I was still in my red dress when I returned home.
"I went to Roman's wedding."
He paused the movie and turned to me.
"Hawk go with you?"
I nodded.
"Where is he now?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "At home, I guess." I took another slice of pizza and hoped he couldn't see the montage of sexual images playing over in my mind. It was then Slate's eyes fell on the sparkly jewel on my hand.
"He give you that?"
Again, I nodded. "It was to be convincing, and it worked. It once belonged to his grandmother."
"I'm surprised he gave it to you."
"He didn't give it to me," I rectified before he jumped to a whole load of invasive assumptions. "I just forgot to give it back."