Page 57 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
"Off," he growls back at me, snapping the elastic waistband of my workout pants. “I’m giving the orders here; don’t make the mistake of trying to tell me again.”
I do one better. Scrambling out of the vehicle, I toe off my boots, shimmy out of my pants and underwear, then do an awkward contortion act to free myself from the tight, strappy sports crop top I'm wearing. Those things are comfy as all shit, but damn they’re hard to get on and off. All the working out, good food, and lack of cocaine have boosted my bra size up two cups as well, so it's honestly like wrestling two rabid beavers into the little scrap of black spandex every morning.
Hawke slides out of the Navigator as well, shedding his boots and pants in a liquid motion. He prowls towards me like a hungry panther and a spike of delicious fear zaps through me.
I back up a couple of steps.
Not because I've changed my mind, but damn if I don't want to trigger that predator streak in Hawke. I want him to chase me, to go all caveman on my ass and make me scream so hard they'll hear me back at the Rouge Elk.
I have no clue how far we are from home; my brain stopped functioning way before my feet, but this is something we need to get out of our systems right here, right now.
"Natalia," Hawke warns, taking one long step for every short one I retreat. "You're playing a dangerous game now."
I scoff. "We've been playing a dangerous game for months, Hawke. I'm just the only one with big enough balls to change the stakes." That's a rich statement considering we're both standing there on a dark public road, stark naked. "You still want me? Prove it." I throw down my challenge then turn and run.
This move would have worked perfectly on any other day. You know, when I hadn't just pushed my body to an absolute collapse just minutes ago. As it is, I barely make it twenty feet before Hawke's strong arm bands around my waist and lifts me clear off the ground.
His momentum is so much that he stumbles, but with cat-like reflexes he rolls us in midair and I land cushioned on his broad chest rather than scraped across the gravel.
My heart is pounding with that short spike of adrenaline, my whole body quivering with arousal as his hands tighten on my waist. In one smooth movement, he somehow manages to line up his huge cock with my dripping slit, then slam me down until he's so deep inside me that my ass is resting on his balls.
A low groan rolls out of my throat, and my fingertips curl into the flesh of his chest. They're much shorter than I ever used to wear them, but there's enough there to break his skin and draw little smears of blood.
"Ride me," Hawke orders, his fingers digging painfully into my hips as he demonstrates what he wants. "Ride my cock like you fucking missed it, pet, and I'll let you come before I smack your ass until it's blue."
Oh man. That really shouldn't be such a turn on, but the way my pussy clenches around his dick promises she has a mind of her own and she loves that alpha male bullshit. The mention of getting my ass properly smacked by Hawke almost has me coming already. How embarrassing. In my defense, though, I'd been fucking all five of them like my life depended on it back in the church and now I’m living like ... well ... like a nun. Oh the irony.
I try to speak, try to say something, but I can't. Every last scrap of energy I have is being used to keep me moving, keep me bouncing on Hawke’s cock while chasing down an orgasm that I already know will be earth shattering.
His rough palms grab my bouncing tits, handling them with biting roughness and dragging little pained, desperate gasps from me. He's talking dirty to me with that achingly sexy low growl of his, telling me all the dark and depraved things he's been dreaming about doing to me. I can't understand a word of it, though. My ears are ringing with a high pitched sound which I know is a bad sign. Whatever. I'll deal with the consequences after I come all over Hawke's hard cock.
My climax is building fast, but not fast enough. My legs are wet noodles and my rhythm is faltering. Whatever strength I'd worked hard to build is totally sapped.
Hawke’s hand cracks against my ass cheek with a stinging bite right when I start to collapse, and it's exactly what I need.
"Fuck," I groan. Not in pain, because lord knows I can take a hell of a lot more than a little swat on the butt. But in sheer, mind numbing ecstasy as my senses explode, my cunt tightens and my vision goes dark.
