Don't Promise (Don't 3)

He dipped and swirled. Flicked and pumped and then I felt the width of his fingers slide inside me and I screamed out from the intensity.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled in the dark.

And that was when I knew I wanted more than this. I wanted all of him. His cock. His body gliding into mine with primal force and possession.

But my thoughts turned to passion as he flicked my clit and clamped against it with his hot mouth. I couldn’t stop the building tightness in my core.

My hips lifted, shamelessly grinding against the roughness of his face. His stubble burned into my thighs.

“Fuck,” he growled, spurring me on.

And then the avalanche grew. I cried and whimpered. I twisted and bucked. I came hard. Harder than I ever had. Hawk pried at my entrance, thrusting another finger inside me, and I screamed.

“Jules, I want to bend you over and fuck you so hard right this second that you can’t remember another man you’ve ever been with.” I sucked in a breath at the abrasive way he spoke to me. Part of me wanted to slap him across the face, while the other part of me wanted him to keep going.

Another orgasm was starting to ripple and I wasn’t so sure it wasn’t purely from the dirty words pouring from his mouth. I whimpered.

“I want you on your knees with my cock shoved in your mouth. I want to see your beautiful red lips wrapped tight around me as I pull your head back and forth along the length of my hard swollen dick.” He paused. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t think of anything else,” he groaned.

“I’m going to come again.” I panted as the wave rushed through my body and I lost control of the surges pumping through me. My head fell to the side as my body soared with tingles of pleasure.

His tongue flicked over my nub and I didn’t think I could take anymore. Two and I was already spent. Exhausted from the emotional night. Sated from the orgasms. Wasted from this kind of drunkenness.

“I-I can’t, Hawk.”

His mouth latched over my entrance and I whined, trying to reposition myself, but he was strong and persistent. His tongue forged inside me and I clenched against him, relentlessly riding his mouth. My hips bucked higher than before. My body betrayed me in the worst way.

“Fuck me, baby,” he ordered.

I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I dug my nails into his shoulders as the final orgasm ripped me into remnants of myself. He lifted me off the bed. And I felt as if I were flying. Soaring off a cliff. Diving into the deep end. Lost in Hawk.

I shuddered as I came over and over.

“Please,” I begged. “Please.”

As the last pulse shook me, Hawk lowered me to the mattress.

He kissed the inside of my thigh before moving me under the covers. I was limp and useless. I heard his clothes hit the floor and then he climbed in behind me, wrapping me toward his chest. Under any other circumstance, I would have made a move, but I was in sexual nirvana. A state where my body couldn’t move.

His hand moved over my stomach and I flinched when his hand slid between my legs and settled over my swollen pussy.

I’d never felt so safe and protected.

I tried to speak. “Hawk …” My words were slurred.

“Hmm?”

“I want it too.” It was the last th

ing I said before I fell into the deepest sleep of my life.

17

Kane

The light hit me first. There was something soft and warm under me. I opened my eyes and remembered last night. Julie.

Her fucking amazing body doing things to me even while she was asleep. My cock woke up before the rest of me. My hand slid over her hip. Damn.