Page 199 of The Way I Hate Him
While he slowly strokes himself, I lift and peel my shirt off and push my shorts down, leaving me in just my thong and bra. That’s when he leans down on the bed, hovering over me, and grips my cheek before pressing his lips to mine.
Soft and sure, there’s no question this man wants me and loves me. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he touches me, holds me . . . kisses me.
He gently tugs my bra strap down my arm right before trailing kisses along my chest, all the way to the other strap. He tugs that down as well, the thin fabric and the feel of his fingers sending chills up my arms.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers while he brings his mouth back to mine. His large hand wraps behind my neck, and he lifts me to unsnap the clasp of my bra with one hand. Gently, he removes it from my body and drops it to the ground, then laces his fingers through the waistline of my thong and pulls it down my legs, leaving me bare.
His eyes work over my body, taking in every inch of it. He drags his hand over his mouth. “I’m so lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I reply as he scoops me up and brings me to the head of the bed, where I rest on a pillow, and he moves over me.
He drags his hand down my body between my legs and runs a finger along my slit, finding that I’m already wet for him.
“My baby is ready,” he says as he spreads my legs.
“So ready,” I say as he lowers and captures my mouth in a kiss. There isn’t any urgency behind his kisses, just desire. Like he can’t get enough of my mouth, my tongue, of our connection. And I’m the same way. I can’t get enough of him, and I don’t ever want to be satisfied when it comes to him. I want to always yearn for him.I can’t think of a better feeling.
His hand moves down between us to grip his cock. He gently rubs the tip along my clit for a few passes before bringing himself to my entrance, where he deliciously enters me at such a slow pace that I have to pull away from his mouth to catch my breath.
When he’s fully inserted, he doesn’t move. He stares down at me, his light eyes a shade darker as he says, “I love you, Hattie.”
I bring my arms around his neck. “I love you, too.”
And then he starts pulsing inside me.
It’s slow.
It’s thought out.
It’s everything I want to hold on to and never let go.
His forehead connects with mine as his hips start to pick up slightly.
“Nothing will ever feel this good,” he says, his hips thrusting into mine. “I want this with you, always.”
I grip his cheek. “Only with you.”
“You’re mine,” he whispers, his nose touching mine.
“All yours,” I say as his hand falls to my breast, and he kneads my nipple, tweaking it just enough for my back to arch off the mattress and my orgasm to build higher. “Oh God, Hayes.”
“Mmm,” he growls into my ear and then lifts to push at my legs, bringing them to my chest. “Hold your knees and keep your legs wide.”
I grip my knees, and the next time he thrusts into me, I feel all of him, every last inch of him.
“So . . . full,” I say as he picks up his pace even more, his hips now flying, his abs flexing with every pulse.
“Jesus, this pussy. Fucking love it.”
He brings his hand to my nipple again, and when he pinches the nub, I feel a jolt of pleasure rock through me, causing my pussy to clench around him.
“Fuck,” he mumbles as he does it again, but this time, he times it with his thrust so when he buries into me, my pussy clenches around him. “Baby, I’m close.”
I can’t respond because, with the next thrust and pinch of my nipple, my body goes numb, the room darkens, and my orgasm rips through me faster than I expected.
“Hayes . . . oh fuck!” I yell as my body convulses and my pussy constricts around him.
“Jesus fuck,” he roars as his neck muscles strain, and he stills, his orgasm hitting him just as hard.
