Page 174 of The Way I Hate Him
My head flops back on the mattress, my cock dangerously jolting on my stomach as a painful, “Motherfucker,” slips past my lips.
Christ, talk about edging. I’ve never been brought that close only for the woman to stop. But Hattie, she literally has me by the goddamn balls.
When I get enough strength to sit up on my elbows and watch my swollen cock seek relief, I catch Hattie in front of me, a heated smile on her lips as she lifts her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. Then she runs her hands under the string of her thong and pushes it down until she’s completely naked, revealing her sexy, bare body.
“Jesus,” I say as she moves toward me again, but this time, she doesn’t get control. She had her chance and nearly made me weep as a grown-ass man. It’s my goddamn turn. The moment she’s close enough, I pull her onto the bed, and I move on top of her, my wet, aching cock resting on her thigh. “Is that your payback for all the times I never gave you what you wanted?”
She nods.
“Call us even then,” I say right before I bring my mouth to hers and dive my tongue against hers, possessively claiming her.
She’ll be marked as mine tonight. I might remember the way she sucked my cock until the very fucking day that I die, but tonight, nothing will ever compare to what she’s about to experience.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand. She gasps as I run my other hand down her side and palm her breast, squeezing it hard.
“God . . .” she moans, her teeth falling over her bottom lip.
My fingers come together, and I pinch her nipple, letting it roll between my forefinger and thumb, the sensitive nub causing her to jut her hips up and her head to thrash to the side. I love how responsive she is. It’s such a turn-on. And it’s not fake, either. There is nothing fake about her. Her reactions are genuine, and I know that because when I pull away to look down at her, I see that beautiful blush on her cheeks, staining them red.
“This pussy is fucking mine tonight,” I say as I bring my mouth to her jaw, where I drag my tongue along the slender bone. “I want you bare. I want to see my cum dripping down your leg.” She swallows hard. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Do you give me permission?”
She nods.
“No, baby, I need to hear it. Tell me what you want.”
“I . . .” She gulps. “I want you to fill me with your cum.”
“Mmm.” I drag my nose over her cheek. “Good fucking girl.”
Keeping her hands pinned above her head, I kick her legs farther apart with my knee, making room for my body. I grip my cock and bring it to her slit, where I slide it along her slick opening.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.”
I run my tip along her clit, and she bucks up in response, so I do it again, the slickness of her pussy creating this euphoric effect to swallow me whole. I get lost in the feeling of gliding my cock over her to the point that I let go and just use my hips to pump along her arousal.
“Hayes, I don’t . . . I don’t want to come like this. I want you inside me.”
“Are you close?” I ask, surprised.
She nods. “Very.” So I lift, leaving my drenched cock to rest on her thigh again as I catch my breath. She groans in aggravation as I don’t do anything. I just let her sit there, pleasure hanging on the edge. “Hayes,” she complains. “Please.”
“You want this cock?”
“Yes.”
“Then let that greedy pussy take it,” I say as I move to her entrance and slowly slide in.
“Oh my God!” she shouts, and I pause because I don’t want to hurt her.
Because she’s so fucking tight.
Because she’s so tense. I can’t move any farther in.
“Jesus,” I mutter as I feel a bead of sweat break out on my lower back. “Hattie, relax.”
“I . . . I can’t. You’re too big.”
“Baby,” I say, my teeth clenched as I try not to black out from how tight she’s squeezing half of my cock. “Deep breaths.” She doesn’t even try, so I release her hands, and they immediately come to my chest, where she braces herself, and then I bring my mouth to hers. Instead of demanding her tongue and roughly taking what I want, I slow down and gently run my tongue along her lips, parting them and then offering her a more sensual kiss, a kiss that shows her I’m here at this moment with her and there’s nothing she needs to be tense about.
