Page 117 of Please Hate Me

My stomach flipped as her warm hands found mine and guided me to my feet. The sunlight caught in Sophia’s platinumhair, forming a halo around her as she dusted me off. Part of me feared this would be the end, that she would make Lucian write a hundred sentences in a notebook and leave me to use my own hand to get rid of the needy ache in my pussy. She slowly guided me to the edge of Lucian’s bed before resting her hands on my hips.

“Can you take your pants off, or do you need me to?” she asked.

My heart skipped exactly one beat as I realized she had no intention of de-escalating the situation—just changing the power dynamic.

“I can do it.” My words were barely a whisper as my fingers snaked under my sweater toward the elastic fabric covering my stomach. Switching to maternity pants had felt like admitting defeat, but I had to admit, they were comfortable.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Lucian staring at me as I slipped out of the soft faux-denim pants. I kicked them under the bed and stood before Sophia, my lacy underwear barely visible under the hem of my honeydew-colored sweater.

“Good girl.” She purred, softly rubbing the cashmere stretched over my stomach. She softly kissed my cheek, then gently pushed me to sit on the bed.

I glanced over to Lucian, who was still on his knees, as Sophia’s fingertips traced over the lace clinging to my thighs. A thrill ran down my spine as she walked her fingers up my stomach. When she reached my chest, she drew a figure eight around my breasts. An airy hiss escaped my lips as she grabbed one and squeezed less than gently.

“Did that hurt, Honeybee?” Her tone rested somewhere between concern and teasing.

My breath caught as I nodded, and she continued. The soft, warm pain caused a needy whimper to rise from my throat, and Ibit my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut as her free hand teased me through my panties, and my whimpers grew to a stifled moan.

“Open your eyes and look at him, Honeybee.” Her hand moved from my breast to my chin as she forced my attention toward Lucian. “Show him what he’s missing because he’s such abadboy.”

She slid the gusset of my panties to the side before plunging her fingers into me, using my arousal to lubricate me as she circled my clit. I shakily gasped, winding my fingers into Lucian’s satiny comforter.

Lucian’s gaze went dark, and I could see the outline of his cock straining against his jeans. His hand twitched, but he didn’t dare make a move toward his zipper. Instead, he pulled his lower lip through his teeth.

Pressure began to build between my thighs, alerting me to an impending orgasm, and Sophia guided my shoulders toward the mattress, leaving my legs hanging off the bed. I arched my hips out of instinct, and she pulled my underwear off, tossing them at Lucian.

“Don’t touch,” she warned.

His jaw went tight, but Sophia paid him no mind. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail using the pink hair tie she’d had around her wrist. With her platinum locks out of the way, she inched toward my cunt. Her fingers trailed along my inner thighs, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could feel her breath tickling me.

“You’re so wet for me, Honeybee. Do you like seeing my bad boy suffer?”

I jerked as her words warmed my cunt. I didn’t like the idea of Lucian suffering, but itwasfun to watch him squirm.

The ache in my pussy was overwhelming, and I was dying for her just to let me finish. Sophia ran her fingers over my clit one more time, and then I felt her tongue. Her movements wereslow but deliberate. She’d press the very tip of her tongue on my clit, gradually increasing the pressure until the tension was almost unbearable, and then flick her tongue upwards at the last second. This process kept me teetering on the brink of release. By the time she let me have the orgasm I desperately craved, I was a sputtering mess.

The pressure she had been expertly building exploded with the final flick of her tongue. I wound my fingers in her hair—not tight enough to pull it, but just enough to support myself as the world around me dissolved into a haze. Breaths came to me in ragged gasps as my vision returned.

Sophia stood up, a triumphant grin on her lips, and she looked down at Lucian.

“Are you ready to be good?” she called.

He nodded slowly.

“Then you can get up, but no touching her yet. She needs to catch her breath, maybe get a drink of water.” Sophia traced soft circles on my knee. “Do you want me to make him get you some water?”

“N-no, I’m good,” I panted.

Her smile was kind, and she continued to trace the patterns on my skin as she turned her attention back toward Lucian.

“Come here and taste our girl on my lips. Tell me if she’s as sweet as she looks.”

He scrambled to his feet, almost as if he was afraid she would change her mind if he didn’t get to her quick enough. As he approached, she placed a hand on his shoulder. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Their kisses started as brief pecks, gradually becoming deeper and more passionate. When Sophia pulled away, a strand of saliva stretched between them.

My heart swelled as the hot coals of my desire slowly reignited. I always loved watching my partners enjoy each other. I was stilltrembling from my last release, but as I watched Sophia and Lucian, I craved more.

Sophia stepped back and began rummaging through Lucian’s closet. After a moment, she emerged with a rose-shaped toy in hand.

“Lucian, I want you to take off your pants. Slowly, I like to watch.”

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