Page 192 of The Way I Hate Him
“Fine, yeah, great.” I take a huge gulp of my drink, trying to will my erection to fucking settle down, but it feels like an impossible feat with Hattie’s tits branded in my brain.
“You don’t look fine,” Ryland says as my phone buzzes again. I have a feeling it’ll keep buzzing until I show up in the bathroom.
“Actually, I, uh, I have to take a leak.” I pat Abel on the shoulder. “Good luck with the tent and all; not sure you earned it.”
“The fuck I didn’t,” he says.
Ryland asks, “When did you start camping?”
Perfect, I got them talking about something other than my awkward exit.
Fucking Hattie, she’s going to be in so much trouble.
I set my drink down on the bar, and with a half hard-on, I make my way into the inn, past the registration desk, and straight to the single bathroom, where I knock three times.
I have no intention of getting my dick sucked at a town event where anyone could hear us, but I do intend to tell Hattie what she can and cannot text me while I’m talking to her brother.
The door opens, and I push through, only for the door to be slammed and locked behind me. When I glimpse Hattie naked except for a thin thong that wraps around her hips, my mouth goes dry.
Okay, uh, what was I going to say to her?
She pushes me up against the bathroom counter, and her hands fall to the zipper of my jeans.
“Hattie, what are you—”
“I was serious when I said I was thirsty.”
And then she pushes my jeans and briefs down at the same time, releasing my cock. She kneels in front of me, and she has me in her hands, massaging me to my full length before I can blink.
You should stop her.
You were supposed to lecture her.
But Jesus . . . the way she’s pumping me . . .
I grip the counter behind me and hold on as her mouth moves between my legs. She kisses my balls, lightly licking them, then sucking them into her mouth.
“Jesus, Hattie,” I growl out.No way I’m fucking stopping her now.
Her hands run up my cock, move over the tip, and then back down again where she positions me at her mouth. Without giving me a second to catch my breath, she brings me all the way to the back of her throat and swallows. That’s the moment when I lose all sense. She places both hands on my hips and moves her mouth over my length. Taking me all the way in, she then smoothes her lips over the tip when she gets to the end. It’s such a delicious, toe-curling sensation. I’m quickly getting lost in the warmth of her mouth and forgetting everything else.
I stare down at her, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks, her sexy tits bobbing with her movement, her puckered nipples needing my attention. I cup her cheek and watch as she takes me farther, gagging before she pulls away, and Jesus Christ, that feels so good.
“Again, baby,” I say, and she does.
She takes me all the way back until she gags, and it sends a shiver of pleasure down my legs.
“Again.”
She pulls me in tight, her tongue running along the bottom of my cock, and when she gags this time, I feel my balls tighten.
“Close,” I mutter as my mind swirls with euphoria, my muscles contracting as my body prepares for what’s to come.
Her mouth pulls to the tip, and her hand finds my length, where she starts pumping me hard, her lips only sucking the very end of my cock.
And she sucks hard, her lips pulling, tugging, fucking owning me.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan as I hold on tightly to the counter.
