Page 159 of The Way I Hate Him
Her eyes flash up to mine, and before she can make a retort, I carefully lower her back down on the cushion and blankets and then settle myself between her legs. This time, I press into her with my length, causing her to gasp out and grip my shoulders tightly.
“Hayes,” she says breathlessly. I thread my hand into her hair, grip the strands, and pull her head back so I can run my tongue along the column of her neck. I drag it down and then kiss my way up, nipping at the same time.
I move over her jaw and say, “There’s one thing you need to know.” I bring my mouth to just above hers, and I nip at her lower lip, giving it a light tug before saying, “This body, these lips, this pussy”—I thrust into her, and she gasps loudly—“they belong to me now. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way, meaning you”—I drop kisses down her neck—“are . . . mine.” I run my tongue along her collarbone and then to the juncture of her shoulder, where I bite down on her skin while driving my cock over her pussy, dragging and pressing into her at the same time.
“Fuck,” she whispers as her fingers dig into my T-shirt.
“That’s it, Hattie. Don’t hold back,” I say as I drive into her again. This time, her legs widen more. “Hold your knees, and spread your legs wider. I don’t want anything in my way.”
“H-how?” she asks. I’m starting to realize she’s not as experienced as I thought she was.
I lift and spread her legs wide, then push them up. I glance down at her barely-covered pussy and feel my mouth water at the sight of it. I want to bury my head between her legs, taste her, make her come on my tongue. I want to hear her moans, feel her shiver beneath me from just my mouth, but I also know she wants this. She wants the friction, the passion, the temptation without going too far.
“Grip your knees and keep them like this.”
She nods and places her hands on her knees while she leans back on the pillow. Her eyes are wild as I bend down, my head falling between her legs. I might not lick her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t at least get close. I run my nose along the fabric of her thong and see the shake in her body as I slowly climb up until I reach her mouth. I glide my tongue over her lips, parting them, and then thrust my tongue against hers while I thrust my hips as well.
She groans against my mouth and then matches the strokes of my tongue with hers, so they dance, suck, and tempt. She’s an expert with her mouth, how she kisses, and how she teases.How good would she be at sucking my cock?
My guess . . . really fucking good.
I tear my mouth away again and move it over her jaw, this time going down the other side of her neck, past her collarbone, just above the swell of her breast. I drag my tongue over the top of her dress and then suck her skin into my mouth as I thrust onto her.
“God, Hayes,” she says, her voice breathy now. “Feels . . . so . . .” Her words are cut off with a moan as I bring my mouth over the fabric of her dress and suck on one of her hard nipples, the floral material inconvenient. It doesn’t seem to bother her because her back arches, moving her breast deeper into my mouth. “Fuck,” she says, her body starting to tense, so I move over to the other breast, where I do the same thing. I bring her nipple into my mouth and then she arches her back so I can suck it harder.
Unable to keep my hands to myself, I grip the breast I’m not sucking on, igniting the flame for both of us. I’m such a tit man, any size, and Hattie’s are fucking perfect. Not too small, not too big, just right, and it takes everything in me not to pull down her dress and expose them. Instead, I pick up the pace of my hips, creating more heat, driving up the friction until she’s panting, squirming beneath me.
“Fuck, Hayes . . . fuck, I—”
“Tell me, baby,” I say. “Tell me you’re going to come.” I pause on her breasts, prop my hands on either side of her and focus only on my hips, driving them up and down, rubbing against her clit, putting her in a position of no return. Her head tilts back, her mouth falls open, and a long moan falls past her lips as she shatters beneath me.
I pump against her a few more times, letting her ride out her orgasm until she releases her arms and she relaxes. That’s when I pull off to the side, my back toward her, and whip my cock out. I smooth my hand over the precum on the tip of my dick and use it as lubricant while I pump my length, the sound of her orgasm still fresh in my ears. It takes me a few seconds, but I’m coming in the grass, my back tensing, my groan loud enough to draw attention from anyone nearby. When I finish, I sit back on my knees and slip my cock back in my briefs, catching my breath.
I glance over my shoulder at Hattie, watching me from behind. I lift on my knees, pull my pants back on, and then I hover over her, dipping my head down and kissing her on the lips.
“Fuck me, you have the sweetest lips,” I say, cupping her cheek and letting my mouth take over.I need to taste her. Just one taste.So I move down her body, between her legs, where I slide the thin piece of fabric to the side and drive my tongue up her slit, tasting her arousal with one swipe.Fuck. She’s so sweet.
She gasps, and just as quickly as I tasted her, I cover her up and bring her dress down. Her eyes wide, she stares up at me, and I take the moment to wet my lips, dragging her arousal over my mouth.
“Fucking delicious.”
And just like that, even under the moonlight, I can see that sexy blush of hers.
Fuck, I’m going to have so much fun with her. And this is only the beginning.
ChapterEighteen
HATTIE
Maggie:HE WHAT?!?!
I curl up on my bed, knowing it’s late, but I can’t possibly sleep, not after the night I had. I texted Maggie the moment I got home, and thankfully, she was still awake.
Hattie:You read that right, he dragged his tongue over my slit and then said I was fucking delicious.
Maggie:Call the fucking fire department because my nether regions are on fire.
Hattie:I think mine are still burning up. Every time I think about it, I get all . . . hot and tingly.
