Claimed by the Marine by Dez Burke Page A

walls were so snug and yet spongy that each time he drew out it was like hell because he couldn’t wait to slam back in again. He never wanted to stop; never wanted it to end but he sensed he was too close. They both were.
    Ashanti was panting against Hawk’s roughly kissing mouth, and was moving her hips in that frenzied way that told him she was deriving maximum pleasure from the act. His upward strokes grew harder, went deeper till he felt sure he was pounding her cervix. She tore her mouth from his and her head fell back against the wall as she cried out in ecstasy. He buried his face in her neck and lost himself in being lost in her.
    Again and again he virtually hammered her, speeding faster as he reached closer to his goal. With a swing of his hips, he angled his cock repeatedly up against her g-spot and was rewarded with a shrill, long-drawn out cry from her lips. Ashanti was coming, her labia and her walls swelling and convulsing to engulf his pumping cock. His orgasm followed almost instantly, his fingers cupping her ass tight while her legs stayed wrapped tight around his middle.
    Hawk slid in as deep as he could go and then held himself tightly sheathed within her walls, hardly moving as his cock pulsed and ejected with cum. Ashanti’s whole body kept spasming, so he lifted his face from her neck and sought her lips, hungry as ever for her moist sweet tongue. He sucked it in his mouth even as he filled her with ropes of cum. His body shuddered with the force of his release, and already Hawk was thinking how hard it was going to be to leave for his latest assignment after having this red-hot taste of her bounty…
     
    Chapter Fourteen
    Hawk was exploding deep inside her. Ashanti could feel the heat flood her like a wave as he stayed jammed tight within her spasming walls. She clung fiercely to his shoulders, and just held on. She too, was still lost in the haze of her recent mind-blowing orgasm. She knew that if he let her go right then she knew she’d crumple to the floor.
    But Hawk didn’t let her go. His powerful arms felt as good around her as his thick, still-hard cock which remained buried far up her pussy. His mouth clung wetly to hers, and she reveled in his possessively searing kiss that took saliva-swapping to another level. She moaned deeply, her back leaning against the wall as her ass was groped in his big strong hands.
    Finally, Hawk broke his lips away and she lifted heavy eyelids to look into his handsome face, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. Ashanti heard his harsh, low breathing and saw how much he was trying to regain the control he’d lost in the last several minutes.
    It almost didn’t seem possible that it was less than half an hour since she’d walked in here spouting her wrath at him. She’d been so mad she’d felt she couldn’t stand him touching her again.
    But she’d been wrong, so wrong. Within ten minutes of her arrival, he was shoving her against the wall and taking her so hard her legs still felt wobbly.
    Hot damn!
    It had been hard and fast and the hottest sex ever.
    Mixed in with all the friction of being mad at him, it had proved a potent combination. Helpless to fight her own powerfully surging lusts, she’d let him have his way. She’d felt no more than a weightless doll, carried and then impaled upon that devastatingly thick and powerful cock of his.
    The atmosphere had been charged with tension, heat and undeniable passions. And as he slowly, gently released her legs and let her slide down his body to plant her feet on the floor, she felt reality dawning. Hawk kept a steadying hold on her waist and didn’t let go till her strength alone was able to keep her upright.
    He rested his forehead against hers and Ashanti closed her eyes, praying for the strength to do what she needed to do next. But before she could speak, Hawk broke the silence first.
    “I have to go,” he said quietly, wincing for a moment.
    Ashanti felt a fist of pain clench around her