Page 27 of Hawkeye

“I can do better.” I planted one hand beside her head, caught her jaw with the other, and held her gaze while I dragged my cock through her again. “I’m gonna fuck you until you forget every other man ever existed.”

“There haven’t been any,” she admitted breathlessly.

My body stilled over hers while the meaning settled in. Josie’s blush swept down her throat and across her breasts, but she didn’t look away or close her thighs. Instead, her fingers tightened around my shoulders, and she pulled me closer until the head of my cock pressed firmly against her.

“Any what?” I asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it anyway.

“Other men.” Her eyes searched mine. “I’m a virgin.”

Possession hit me so hard it felt violent. The knowledge that I would be the first man inside her—and that I would feel every tight inch with nothing between us—sent a brutal surge through my cock. It jerked against her entrance, spreading more of her slickness over the head while my hand tightened at her hip.

“Fuck, baby doll.” I lowered my forehead to hers, struggling to keep my breathing even. “You waited until my cock was against you to tell me that?”

“I told you before you were inside me.”

“Barely.” I kissed her again, then drew back far enough to watch her eyes. “There won’t be another. I’m gonna be the first man who takes you, the only one who knows how this sweet pussy feels, and the last one who ever gets you this way.”

Heat flared in her eyes instead of fear, and her legs locked more tightly around me. She lifted her hips, pressing herself against the head of my cock with an eagerness that shredded the last thin edge of my restraint. I caught her face in one hand and held her still beneath me.

“Look at me while I make you mine.”

I pressed inside her slowly enough to feel every tight, wet inch close around me. Josie’s lips parted as her body stretched, her fingernails digging into my shoulders while I worked deeper. The grip of her pussy was nearly enough to wreck me, hot and perfect around my cock, but I watched her face and kept the pace controlled until my hips met hers.

“Fuck,” I groaned, lowering my forehead to hers. “You feel better than every filthy thought I’ve had since I saw you.”

Josie’s legs wrapped around my waist and drew me tighter. “Then stop holding still.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I pulled nearly free and drove back into her, hard enough to make her cry out. Her body tightened around me, and the eager lift of her hips confirmed she wanted the force, so I gave her more.

I caught both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head while the other hooked beneath her thigh. The change opened her wider and let me drive deeper, each thrust rocking her beneath the weight of my body. Her tits bounced with the rhythm, flushed skin shining beneath the bedroom light while her eyes stayed locked on mine.

“Look at you taking me,” I growled, increasing the pace. “Sweet little thing walking into my life, and now you’re spread under me taking every fucking inch.”

Josie moaned my name and met the next thrust with enough force to slap our bodies together. The shy woman who blushed when I watched her had disappeared beneath the pleasure, replaced by someone greedy for everything I gave her. She pulled against my grip, not to escape but to get closer, and the distinction drove something primitive through me.

“That’s my girl.” I released her wrists long enough to cup her face, forcing her eyes back to mine when they began rolling closed. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you come with my cock inside you.”

“I’m trying,” she panted, gripping my forearms.

I shifted her leg higher, changing the angle again until the next thrust made her cry out sharply. Her pussy clamped around me, and I held the rhythm there, hard and relentless while pressing my thumb against her swollen clit. Josie’s words dissolved completely, leaving only broken sounds, my name, and desperate pleas for more.

I gave it to her. Every demanding stroke, every filthy word, every ounce of strength I had held back since the night she walked through our gate became hers. I watched the pleasure build across her face, felt her body tighten beneath mine, and knew the exact second she crossed the edge.

“Come for me,” I ordered. “Let me feel what belongs to me.”

Her orgasm ripped through her with a strangled cry. Josie wrapped herself around me, her nails cutting into my back while her pussy clenched in hard, rhythmic pulses. I kept driving through them until the grip became too much, then buried myself deep and came with a rough roar against her throat.

The room held nothing but our breathing and the violent beat of my heart. I stayed over her until my arms stopped threatening to give out, then lowered carefully and pressed my mouth to the damp curve of her neck. Josie’s hands moved over my back, keeping me close even as we both struggled for air.

When I finally pulled out, she made a small protesting sound that pleased me more than it should have. I carried a warm washcloth back from the bathroom and Josie’s cheeks heated when I moved between her thighs again.

“Don’t—” she protested, reaching for the cloth.

I caught her hand and placed it on my shoulder as I carefully cleaned her. “I’m the one who fucked your legs useless. I’m handling the aftermath.”

“They are not useless,” she muttered, although one trembled when I lifted it.

I raised an eyebrow, and her dimple appeared before she hid her face in the pillow. Once I finished, I tossed the cloth aside, climbed back into bed, and drew her over my chest. Josie tangled one leg through mine and settled her cheek over the hawk while my hand moved slowly down her bare back.