Page 162 of The Way I Hate Him
“Yes,” I say, wanting so much more.
“You like that?” he asks as he moves to the other breast.
“Yes,” I answer, squirming beneath him.
“Are you wet?” He’s flicking so rapidly that I don’t even have to check. I know I am.
“Yes,” I cry out when his teeth tug on my nipple.
“Good,” he says as he sucks my nipple between his lips and then releases me, pushing all the way back and leaving me there, stunned.
He gets off the bed, the bulge in his pants unmistakable as he tugs on his hair.
“What are you doing?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows.
“I told you, you could come to me the easy way or the hard way. You chose the hard way, so now you’ll have to live with the consequences.”
He turns away from me and heads out of his bedroom.
I’m so quick out of the bed that he barely leaves the room before I tug on his hand, spinning him toward me. He presses his hand to my stomach and pins me against the wall.
“Do you have a problem?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer, the wind nearly knocked out of me. “You can’t just leave me like this.”
“You should have thought about that earlier,” he says as he rubs his nose across my cheek, still turning me on.
Two can play this game.
As he moves his nose over my jaw, I reach down between us and cup him in my palm.
“Motherfucker,” he whispers as he rests his forehead against my cheek.
“You need this just as much as I do,” I say, bringing my other hand to his jeans and undoing them.
“Shit.” He breathes heavily just as I push at his jeans, and they fall past his ass. He lifts, his eyes locking with mine, and before I can take another breath, he’s slipping his fingers past the waistband of my spandex shorts and peeling them down my body until I step out of them. Once free, his hands grip my thong-covered ass, and he lifts me against the wall, only to settle me right over his cock. The only thing between us is the fabric of our underwear.
“Hayes, you’re so huge,” I say as he lifts my arms, and then pins them against the wall above my head.
He thrusts his hips into me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him close, the friction between us already hot, already bringing me to the edge.
“I can’t fucking wait to get inside this pussy,” he says, thrusting harder. “I’m going to destroy it.”
His mouth finds mine, and he parts my lips with his tongue before diving it against mine. He releases one of my hands, grips my cheek, and angles my mouth better.
“Ride me,” he says.
I slip my arm around his neck for more support, and then I lift up and slam down.
“Fucking yes,” he grunts as a wave of arousal beats with my pulse, running rampant through every last inch of my body.
Continuing the same movement, I find his lips and continue our kiss, rubbing against him, letting the outline of his length bring me higher and higher to the point of no return.
God, I want his cock. And I know I said I was going to take this slow, but hell, what would it feel like to have him inside me, to see what he can do with all our clothes off?
Amazing. I know it would be.
I also want to feel his cock in my hands and my mouth. I want to run my tongue over it, suck the tip, play with his balls, make him so crazy with need that he can’t think of anyone else but me.
