Page 178 of The Way I Hate Him
I move to my nightstand on shaky legs, my entire bottom half sore, and grab my vibrating wand. I hand it to him, and he says, “Turn back around and squat over my dick.”
Confused about what he has planned, I turn away from him and lower myself, thankfully with him guiding me.
“That’s it, baby,” he says as he positions his cock at my entrance. “Now sit down.”
My back against his chest, I rest on his lap, his cock fully entering me, filling me up in the most delicious way. I take a few deep breaths, letting myself settle in because when I say he’s big . . . he’s big.
Long.
Thick.
And he knows how to use it.
“That’s my girl,” he says as his lips run up the back of my neck, making my nipples hard. “Hike your legs in close on either side of my legs. I want you wide and exposed.”
I bring my feet in close and place them outside of his legs, exposing my pussy.
“Such a good listener,” he says. He turns on my wand vibrator and brings it to my nipples, where he lets it vibrate the little nubs.God, that feels incredible.
As he focuses the vibrator on my breasts, he runs one finger up my slit and then sucks his fingers.
“I could eat you every morning, that’s how fucking good you taste.” And then he goes in for seconds.
Thirds.
On the fourth one, I’m breathing so heavily that my chest is heaving.
“I . . . I need to move,” I say, his cock twitching inside me with every taste he has of me. How can he do that? Just be submerged inside me and not lose his mind? Because that’s how I feel right now, like if I don’t start creating friction, I might pass out.
“No, don’t fucking move,” he says as he moves the vibrator lower, and when I think he’s going to bring it to my clit, he lowers it farther until he’s pressing it against his balls. “Ahh, fuck yes,” he says, his body relaxing beneath me. “Oh fuck, Hattie.” His hips shift as the vibration against his balls travels up to me, up his length, vibrating inside me. He pinches my nipple with his other hand, causing my pussy to clench around him. “Fuck yes,” he groans. “Jesus, I’m going to come so hard.”
His hips start moving as he continues to vibrate his balls. Those light pulses are driving me insane.I need to come.
“I need more,” I say, my hand falling between my legs to press into my clit.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself,” he says. “Loop your hands behind my neck.”
“Hayes.”
He pinches my nipple hard in warning, so I entwine my hands behind his neck, giving him free range to my body. And I fully trust him because as I sit on his lap, full of his cock, he focuses his attention back on me despite how much he loved using the vibrator on himself. He glides the wand up my inner thigh, across my clit briefly, and then to the other inner thigh.
“I won’t last, Hayes,” I say. “Please.”
He nibbles on my neck and whispers, “I won’t either.”
Then he brings the wand to my clit, and I scream so loud that I nearly fly off him because, Jesus fucking Christ, it’s the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. Full of him, pressed against his chest with my back, clawing at his neck as the vibration sears through me.
My orgasm climbs at a rapid rate, my pulse skyrockets, my legs start to give out, and a sense of euphoria takes over me as I feel him twitch inside me.
“Yes, Hayes. Yes,” I yell. “Oh my God.”
“That’s it, baby,” he groans into my ear. “Squeeze my cock.”
He holds the vibrator steady, right where I need it, right where I can’t escape it, and it starts at the tips of my toes. It screams up my legs and tightens every muscle in my body, pulling together, tying in a deep knot in the pit of my stomach and my hips buck up as it crests over me, a splash of pleasure like a tidal wave, hitting me so hard that I cry out his name as I come.
“Hayes, fuck . . . oh my God.”
“Ahh, Jesus, baby,” he groans as he moves the vibrator lower. “Pump my cock.”
