Page 176 of The Way I Hate Him
“I can walk.”
“Not with the amount of cum I just shot in you.”It has been a while since I’ve come inside a woman. A while for me, anyway.At least I know I’m clean. I never would have taken her bare had I not been recently tested.
Her cheeks flush, and it’s the cutest fucking thing. I kiss the tip of her nose and set her down in the bathroom, where I grab a washcloth for myself and then give her some privacy.
After I clean myself up, I go back to the bed where I scoot in close to the ceiling, this bed not big enough for two people, but big enough if I plan on having Hattie plastered to my body the whole night, and I do.
Resting on my back, I push my hand through my hair.What just happened?
Hattie fucking Rowley just rocked my goddamn world.
And now I don’t think I’ll ever recover. This is it for me. I’ve reached the pinnacle. Nothing and no one will ever be better than her. That’s a shocking revelation because I’m still getting to know this girl, but fuck, I don’t ever want her to leave my life. Not when she made me . . . hell, she made me feel again.
She’s made me realize what a heartbeat feels like again.
A pulse.
She’s made me breathe.
Lifted my chin.
Opened my eyes to the world around me when I’d done nothing but kept my head down since the moment my mom abandoned me.
The bathroom door opens, and I turn my head to catch Hattie walking toward me, her perky tits on full display, her body marked by my mouth, my scruff, my hands, and the first thing that pops into my head is the word:mine.
She’s all fucking mine.
I lift the covers for her, and she slips into the bed. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into my chest where I place a kiss on her shoulder.
“Everything good?” I ask.
“Everything’s perfect,” she answers.
“I wasn’t too rough?” I press a kiss to her neck.
“No, I loved it. Everything. I loved everything.”
“Good,” I say as I nibble up her neckbecause you’re not getting any sleep tonight.
ChapterTwenty
HATTIE
Hayes shifts behind me, his morning erection plastered against my backside, his heavy arm draped over my middle, and his head buried in my hair, lightly sleeping as the morning sun streams through the window. It’s the most amazing feeling.
I feel amazing.
When he said I wouldn’t be getting any sleep, he wasn’t lying. The moment I started to drift off to sleep, his hand would caress my breast or move down between my legs. His lips would find my neck, and within seconds, I was at his beck and call, waiting to see what he would do next.
And he did everything.
Something I found that he loves to do . . . oral.
God, does he love it. And he loves when I do it to him too, which was such a huge turn-on for me. I came on his tongue twice, and he came in my mouth once. I can still feel the way he tugged on my hair as his entire body strained during his orgasm, the feral moan that flew out of his mouth was so sexy.
There were moments when he took his time, and other moments when he was ravenous, twisting and turning me in all different positions, especially when we wound up on the floor, giving us more room. I very quickly found out that he loves fucking me from behind. And I worked out that I didn’t mind him lightly spanking me. It caught me off guard at first, but then I got into it, just like everything else he introduced to me.
And for the record, he had no problem finding my clit. He spent a great deal of time playing with it, playing with me, trying to get me to come every chance he could get.
