Page 80 of Love to Hate You

“Big words for a big man.”

“I always stand by my words, and ‘big’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

Her hand slid down his bare torso, beneath the elastic of his pajama bottoms and took him in her hand. She moaned.

“I can barely wrap my hands around it.”

He kissed her nose. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”

“I don’t want slow. I want you, intense and single-minded. I want the man who doesn’t stop until it’s done.”

“Baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard we’ll break the damn bed.”

“Sounds like a long night.” She stretched out like a sated kitten, her shirt pulled all the way up over her tits.

He licked one, then the other, then put his forehead to hers. “This bed doesn’t have half the determination I have for you. We’ll rock the foundation.”

“Do I sense a wager?”

“Are you trying to start an argument when I’m seconds away from sliding all the way home and giving you the night of your life?”

“It’s foreplay, remember? And who says I won’t be the one giving you the night of your life?”

“God, I love it when you’re feisty. And I know how much you love a good bet.”

“We break this bed on round one and I host you as the King of Cocks on my podcast. If we don’t, then you look over my business plan and give me sound advice on how to kick your ass in selling romance books.”

Already wrapped and ready, he rested his erection at her opening and said, “Deal,” then he slid in as far as he could to seal the deal. She gasped, and he was only halfway inside her. Damn, she was tight.

He gave her a moment to adjust to his size then slowly began pumping, in and out, side to side, until she took him inch by inch.

“You doing okay? he asked.

“There’s more?” She sounded fatigued just thinking about it.

With the ceiling just above him he didn’t have the room to flip her over or come at her from the side. He didn’t have much room to reposition himself at all. But he could move her.

“Here.” He caressed the gentle inner slope of her knee then slowly brought it up until it was by her side. “This will make it easier.” And he slid in the final inch.

“So much better,” she groaned. “So good. Don’t stop.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her mouth and they started making out. There was no other word to describe it. Lips devouring, teeth nipping, and her hands were everywhere. His hands made their way to her exposed tits and he loved on each one for what seemed like hours.

“Have I mentioned how insane your tits are. They’re perfect.” He sucked one in his mouth hard enough to leave a mark. But it wasn’t dark enough, so he sucked harder, making sure to leave a mark on her pale skin.

When was the last time he’d wanted to leave his mark on a woman? Lindsey Hayes, grade eleven, in the back of his mom’s Fiat after a school dance.

“Did you just give me a hickey?” she asked, amused.

“I wanted to put one on your neck so the entire fucking world could see you’re mine, but I thought that might be a little too possessive too soon.”

“I like possessive.” Her words seemed to shock her as much as they shocked him. “Let me clarify. In this moment I’m feeling very possessive myself.” Then she lifted her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder. So hard it bordered on pain and pleasure.

“Tit for tat,” he said and she laughed at the innuendo. “And I still have one tit to go. But I’m thinking I like here better.”

He nuzzled into the crook of her neck and found the perfect spot that she could hide if she wanted, or wear as a badge of honor, and closed his mouth around it. With every suck he pumped into her. Deeper thrusts, curling up to hit that glorious G-spot.

She wrapped her free leg around his waist, loosely resting it on his ass. Helping him set a rhythm that was pleasurable for her. He was going so deep she had to put her hands against the headboard to hold on and not bang the top of her head against the wood.

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