Page 54 of Please Hate Me

Her breath hitched, and she melted against me.

“And you best get out that dress before I tear it off,” I growled.

She jolted back, and her fingers eagerly wound in the cotton. There was no hesitation as she pulled it off, her movements clumsier than usual. It was like she was eager to provesomething, rushing to get to the point. My heart swelled when the dress fell to the floor.

Her breasts were straining against the fabric of her sports bra, almost begging for me to help her out. But I had seen more than my fair share of tits in my time on this earth—that ain’t what made my knees weak.

It was the gentle curve of her stomach. She’d been hiding it under loose clothes, but it was undeniable now.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, a small spark in her eyes.

I smiled as I leaned back on my palms. Mason deserved to be proud to be in her skin. She was growing a life, and that was something worth celebrating.

“Not a thing,” I mused. “You’re beautiful, Mason.”

A coy smile draped her lips. I extended my hand and used two fingers to beckon her closer, eager to feel her skin against mine. She waltzed over and brushed her fingers against my knees. I reached up, using my middle finger to trace the side of her neck before spreading my legs wide enough for her to fit between them.

God, the side of the bed was taller than her hips.

I placed my palm on the small of her back as my muscles tensed. One of my hands was almost large enough to fill the space. How the hell did such a little thing like her end up sleeping with someone like me? Did she not care about her own safety?

Now’s not the time to think about that.

“Anything you can’t do right now?” I asked, desperate to avoid my inevitablecome to Jesusmoment.

She wove her fingers into my hair, and goosebumps prickled my back.

“My doctor told me sex is good during pregnancy.”

Well, it was nice to know I was helping her out by doing this.

“I don’t really remember much from the first time we did it.“ Unfortunately. “But I ain’t good at being gentle.”

She raised her eyebrows and got closer, climbing onto my lap. I leaned back to make a little more room for her belly as she straddled my hips.

“No impact-play around the baby,” she began. “No breath-play, and my pain tolerance is lower than it was last time.”

“Do you like pain?”

Mason’s lips twisted into a smirk, and she tangled her hand in my hair before giving it one quick yank. My cock throbbed as my heart threatened to escape my chest.

“Obviously, you haven’t seen my sex tape,” she teased.

Sex tape?

“Did you... release it willingly, or did someone else do it for you?”

“It was leaked.” She broke eye contact for a beat, casting her gaze on the floor.

“Then I’ll never see it unless you show me.”

I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to have my intimate moments exposed for the entire world to see. But now wasn’t the right time to express my condolences.

Nowwas the time to fuck this woman the way only a real man could.

Mason was shockingly light as I tore her off my lap, gripping the back of her neck and pushing her face down onto the mattress. The red fabric of her underwear clung to her like wet silk, giving me a perfect view of her round ass.

Mason gasped and peered at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide like saucers.

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