Page 74 of Exrated
Her brown eyes lift to mine. She bites down on that full fucking bottom lip of hers. Leaning down, I inch my face toward her. I leave my lips centimeters from hers, breathing over her lips with our eyes still locked. She reaches up like she’s going to hit me again and I grab her wrist. “You make me want to do things I shouldn’t.” I snatch her other hand and shove it behind her back, pinning her tiny wrists in one hand. I yank her toward me, and when I do, her towel falls to the floor. Her hard nipples brush over my bare stomach, and I fight back a groan.
She drags in a breath and right as she opens her mouth to say some smart-ass comment, I slam my lips over hers. She tenses, attempting to jerk her hands out of my grip, but despite that, the moment I slide my tongue across her lips, they part. I kiss her hard, and she tilts her head to deepen the kiss then her teeth cut into my tongue. I drop her hands and pull away, glaring at her.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she says. She stares up at me, heat burning behind her eyes.
This is the moment where she could slap me or walk away, but she just standing here, completely naked, and goddamn it, I am going to fuck her.
Without warning, I fist her hair, jerking her head to the side. “Is this what you like?” I ask through a clenched jaw. “Because I’ll fucking treat you like a dirty little whore if that’s what you want.”
She leans in, rolling her bottom lip over mine. “I hate you.”
My hand tightens in her hair, and I pull it, coaxing a slight hiss from her. “Like-fucking-wise,” I say, then slam my lips over hers again. She moans into my mouth. I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth, and she rakes her nails over my back so hard I’m sure there’ll be fucking marks. I grope over her tits, sides, ass before I grab between her legs, palming her pussy.Goddamn, she’s wet.I can feel her swollen clit right under my thumb, and fuck, my dick is throbbing right now. I have to pull in a breath to keep my shit together. She grabs the waist of my sweats and frantically shoves them down my hips. The moment my cock’s exposed and pressed against her stomach, I lose it.
I take her by the shoulders and push her back onto the bed, grabbing onto her ankles as I fall to my knees and drag her to the edge of the mattress. I roll my lips over her clit, barely making contact, but providing enough sensation that her back arches and she squirms. “You make me so fucking angry,” I say before I trace my tongue along her slit. “So goddamn angry.” I pull her clit between my teeth and flick my tongue over it. The feminine taste of her pussy nearly causes my eyes to roll back in my head.
“Fuck you,” she says, fisting the sheets. She places her foot on my shoulder and gives a pitiful attempt to push me away. I grab onto her thighs and yank her farther off the mattress. “Fuck…” she moans when I circle my tongue around her clit. “…you.” Her hands are in my hair, tugging, and her hips are bucking ever so slightly as she seeks that release I’m not about to give her.
I flick my tongue over her, hard, fast—then I suck her clit into my mouth. She slaps at the mattress, her heel digging into my shoulder. And then I bite her.
“You’re a narcissistic ass.”
“You’re a fucking prude.” Straightening up, I slip a finger into her tight pussy, groaning at how wet she is. I stand, then lean over the bed, caging her in with my arms. “And I’m going to fuck that shit right out of you.”
Her legs fall open and wrap around my hips, pulling me toward her. “Go to hell,” she says.
And I slam into her so fucking hard her head bangs against the headboard. “Gladly,” I say, burying myself further inside her warm wet pussy. She hisses and I push in more. I feel the end of her at my tip. I pull back and thrust into her hard.
“Shit,” she whispers, and I slam into her again. Her breath catches.
“Fucking take it.”
She grabs onto my ass, her nails slicing through the skin as I pound into her relentlessly. I’m going to fuck her so hard she can’t possibly open that smart ass mouth to say another fucking word. I can literally feel my dick pushing against the end of her, and I force myself in her just a little more, causing her to hiss. Before long her back is arching off the bed, the sheets are balled in her fists. She’s moaning so loud next to my ear as her pussy clamps down around me. As soon as her body has gone limp, I feel that fucking ecstasy shoot through my veins. I pull out and come on her stomach before collapsing on top of her.
Hatefuck. I just hatefucked my ex.
The sheets are on the floor. I’m sprawled out on the bed, breathless, covered in sweat, and swimming in post-sex bliss.
What the hell just happened?
“Well,” Tyler says between breaths, “that was different.” When he sits up, I glance over at him. “You realize you left the water running in the shower?”
“Yeah…”
When he stands, my eyes instinctively fall down to his ass.Fuck, why does he have to be so hot?How in the hell did I even give into him like that? I’m reeling from the orgasm, from how the hell this even happened. I came out and caught him masturbating to my sextape. Was that a turn on? Of course it fucking was. Did it piss me off? Not as much as I pretended. Did I mean to fuck him? No!
I push up from the mattress to go to the bathroom, but he grabs onto my arm. “Jemma,” he says. “We can say we hate each other all fucking day long, but we both know that’s bullshit.” He releases my arm, grabs his sweatsand puts them on before falling back onto the bed.
I close the door to the restroom and climb back into the shower. I can’t even get my thoughts together enough to logically think through what I just did. I finish rinsing off, get dressed, and quietly go back into the bedroom. Tyler’s sprawled out on his bed asleep.
I stand at the foot of the bed and stare at him. Why in the hell do things have to be so complicated? I want him. I’ve always wanted him. Why in the hell did he have to run off and do porn? If it weren’t for that, we would be together. There is no doubt in my mind about that.
I flip the lamp off and feel my way to the edge of the bed. The springs of the mattress creak when I slide under the comforter. This is such bullshit. My pussy is throbbing, my chest tight, my mind a jumbled mess. I am never going to sleep. I inhale a deep breath as I try to get more comfortable in this shitty excuse for a bed.
“I don’t hate you…” he says.
I swallow. “I know. I don’t hate you either.”
“This just sucks.”
