Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“Oh, please. Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck,” she babbled, tears leaking from her eyes. “Hawke,” she whined, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs, her chest heaving.
“That’s it, doll. Take this dick. You love how much I fill you up,” I growled.
She nodded, sobbing, her body writhing on the table as I took what I wanted from her all while giving her everything she needed. She loved how brutal I was, how hard I fucked her, how I used her to get off. But she also knew I would never leave her unsatisfied. I loved the way her pussy fluttered around my cock when she came, like it was trying to milk me dry, sucking me deeper into her body until we could never separate.
“Fuck, woman,” I snarled. I dragged her a little closer to the edge of the table, and she gasped when her arms were pulled tight. A little bit of pain mixed in her gaze before it flooded with ecstasy.
God, she was perfect for me.
“You going to come for me, doll? Soak me?” I removed one of my hands from her hip and began to rub her clit. She screamed, her back bowing off the table, sobs wracking her chest right before she exploded all over my fingers and my cock, drenching me and the floor like a perfect little good girl.
“That’s it,” I praised, chasing my own orgasm now as her walls continued to flutter around me. She was shaking and trembling, her face red and splotchy, yet she’d never looked more fucking beautiful.
“One more time,” I growled.
She shook her head, but I was already rubbing her clit again. “Hawke, no, please!” she cried out right before she came again, and this time, I snarled her name, emptying inside of her. Smokey immediately stood as I pulled out of her, and he lifted her from the table, quickly carrying her down the hall to his room to provide aftercare.
Capone chuckled and stood from the table, unfastening his belt. A shiver raced down my spine again when I saw the promise of more in his eyes. I licked my suddenly dry lips.
“Your turn, Hawke.” He nodded at the table. “Go on and bend over for me.”
I groaned and bent over the wet table, grabbing the other side. Capone slid in behind me, and I gasped when I felt his cool, lubed-up fingers press against my hole. My cheek dropped to the table, my eyes practically rolling back in my head. He wouldn’t stretch me much; he never did. He knew I loved the burn. The pain. I fucking craved it.
“You ready for me?” he rumbled, one hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, pinning my head to the table. Tank settled his hand over mine, grounding me. Because we both knew Capone was about to make me fucking fly. He always did. With me, Capone was never careful. He tested every limit I had without remorse.
I nodded, and he slid home, both of us moaning at the sensation, even as my ass burned at the same time. My eyes rolled back in my skull, and I lost myself in the way Capone fucked into my body, staking his claim on me. Rider’s hand came to rest between my shoulder blades, his cock forgotten.
Capone’s strokes were brutal. Hard. He gave no mercy as he chased his orgasm. His hand tangled in my hair, yanking roughly on the strands to pull my head back. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and I shouted in pain. Warm blood trickled over my skin, and he took his teeth out of my skin to lick it up before biting me again.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my cock aching. “Fuck. Fuck. Shit!” I roared when he dug his nails into my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head as I exploded all over the floor, painting the dark floorboards with my cum. Pain exploded behind my eyeballs, oversensitivity wringing me out and making me boneless. My shoulder throbbed. A tear ran down my cheek when Capone raked his nails over my balls. I whimpered. “Hurts,” I rasped.
“You know your safe word,” Capone reminded me.
I trembled, and he shoved two fingers into my mouth to choke me when he strangled my balls in his tight grip. I screamed around his fingers, choking, saliva dripping down my chin.
“Fuck,” I heard Brewer hiss.
“He’s okay,” Tank murmured. “Capone will never hurt him more than he can handle.”
“Come for me one more time,” Capone murmured in my ear, his voice husky. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you, Hawke?”
I nodded, snot running down my face. “The best,” I choked.
A knife appeared in my vision before he pressed it to my chin, nicking my skin. I swallowed thickly, making a gargling sound when he pressed the blade in further.