Page 158 of The Way I Hate Him
She wets her lips and shifts so her delicate mouth can find mine. The smell of dried grass and the damp night air surrounds us. I get lost in her heated touch, her passionate kiss, and her tentative tongue.
Our bodies press together, our mouths part wide, and my tongue dives against hers, tangling as her grip on me grows stronger.
Fuck . . . her mouth is so delicious. Naive but sexy.
And with every dip of her tongue, every move of her hand, my control starts to slip further and further until I knowingly pull away before I do something she’s not ready for.
“Hattie, we need . . . we need to take a second.”
Her dreamy eyes open, and as she stares down at me, her teeth roll over the corner of her mouth and her hand lowers down my stomach.
Fuck.
Me.
“Careful,” I tell her. “You don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”
“But I haven’t finished in so long,” she coos into my ear as her hand finds the waist of my jeans.
“Hattie.” I breathe heavily, feeling my pants grow tight just from the thought of her hand slipping past the waistband. “Seriously, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Good,” she says as her fingers dip under my jeans and my boxer briefs.
“Fuck. Hattie, seriously.” I smooth my palm over her thong-covered ass, gripping the string tightly.
“I’m being serious,” she says as her hand slips farther and farther . . . and farther . . .
I focus on the courage in her eyes as her fingertips pass over my erection. Then the most delicious expression crosses her face.
Joy.
Nerves.
An appetite for me.
They’re all there, and unfortunately, nothing can stop me as I growl and flip her to her back so I’m hovering over her. She spreads her legs, welcoming my body.
Surprised at first, it takes her a second to adjust, but when she feels my pelvis press against hers, she asks, “What can you do to me that will make me come but will keep our clothes on at the same time?”
“A lot,” I say, my control completely gone, my dick leading the way now. “Name what you want. It’s yours.”
I hike her dress up around her waist so the fabric isn’t in our way.
I lower my mouth to hers, not pressing all my weight into her but just enough so she can feel me. Languidly, I kiss her, taking the lead, not using tongue at first, but teasing her with my lips.
Her hand drives through my hair, tugging on the strands as her legs wrap around mine, pulling my pelvis closer to hers, but my jeans can’t possibly feel good rubbing against her, so I lift and stare down at her.
“Undo my jeans and push them down.”
“Wh-what?” she asks, looking cutely nervous.
“Keep my briefs on but push down my jeans. It’ll feel better.”
“Okay,” she says. She reaches for my jeans and undoes them, then slowly pushes them down my thighs until they’re out of the way, leaving me sitting up on my knees in my boxer briefs and my massively large bulge stretching for release.
“Oh my God,” she says quietly as her hand runs along my length, her fingertips tantalizing me. I can feel my cock twitch under her touch. “You’re so big, Hayes.”
“Get used to it,” I say. “When you’re ready, I’m going to fill you up with my cock . . . in your mouth, pussy, and ass.”
