Page 26 of The Cruelest Kind of Hate
“Fuck!” she screams, suffocating my head with her thighs since she’s surrendered control of her arms.
I didn’t realize she was that sensitive, but the way she’s squirming confirms it. I want her to be a writhing mess at the mercy of my tongue, so overstimulated that it only takes a lick for her to shatter like a pipe bomb.
“You taste so goddamn incredible, you know that?” I drill into her swollen cunt, experimentally flittering at a fast pace, myown need to come growing exponentially more unbearable as I watch her unfold before me.
I prolong her orgasm, enjoying a sick satisfaction at the tense contortion of her face, how her brow crumples and she bites down on her lip so hard that it bubbles with blood. I continue to feast on the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, switching from a stuttered sweep of my tongue to a continuous swirling motion.
She resists against my grip, her upper body convulsing, and the next expertly executed lap urges a string of curses into desperate moans. “Oh, God. Gage…I…don’t stop,” she pants, those muscled legs of her giving me a faint headache with the way they’re crushing my skull.
“Wasn’t planning on it, Spitfire. Wanna spend the rest of my life eating this gorgeous pussy. Need you to make a dripping mess all over my face.”
The lewd squelches of my spit and her arousal reverberate in the small area. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and my dick agrees. It’s exceeded an embarrassing dribble of pre-cum and fully flooded the front of my sweats. I swear I usually last longer, but when it comes to Cali, there’s no chance I’ll even last three minutes.
She’s curving her spine off the lacquered wood, her giant tits recoiling, and I collect more of her juices into my mouth, swallowing the surplus. She’s close; I can tell. Giving her a brief rest, I retract my tongue and ply her pussy with a kiss before trapping one of her lips between my teeth and biting lightly.
She practically slams her cunt into my face and almost breaks her wrists free, pleading for me to let her come and pelting me with the occasional threat if I don’t.
“Come on. You can last longer than that,” I croon, suckling at her pussy, feeling it clench from the anticipated intrusion of my skilled tongue. “Need you to last long enough to make my jaw lock.”
“I hate you,” she whimpers.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
Before I dive back in, I gnaw on the delicate flesh of her thigh, puncturing blood vessels in a small mosaic of mauve shades. Seeing my mark on her—it gives me a sense of pride that I only thought was possible from hockey. Claiming her as mine makes every thought in my mind dissipate into a cloud of elation.
I continue with some more strokes, grinning as her thighs compress my temples. Her cunt sucks me in with more sloppy noises, and I let both of her wrists go so I can press my palm down on her belly.
With my other hand, I stuff her with two fingers, targeting her G-spot, and crook them at just the right angle to open the floodgates inside of her. That, paired with the fast work of my tongue, reduces her to a trembling puddle stuck to the table. Her legs relax and shake by my ears, tears blooming at the corners of her eyes and streaking down her cheeks.
“Gage! I can’t…oh, fuck. I’m going to…I don’t…”
I’d encourage her if I could talk, but she doesn’t even finish the rest of her sentence before her cum sloshes into my mouth, submerging my tastebuds in the salty tang of her. But she doesn’t just gush onto my tongue, she squirts all over my face.
Crystalline liquid slathers my lips and drips from my chin, and the rest of her juices douse my nose, cheeks, and jaw. It’s a miracle I didn’t get any in my eye. I didn’t even realize what was happening before it was too late. I’ve never been with a girl who’s squirted before, but holy fuck, is it the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I can smell her everywhere, can feel her arousal dribble in runnels down my neck and ooze onto the collar of my shirt.
My lower stomach cramps and my balls draw up, and then I spill into my sweats, a never-ending stream of warm, wet ropesthat pour down my legs and paste the inside of my pants to my cum-drenched skin.
The minute I pull back from her clit, she instantly sits up, her hand covering her mouth in mortification. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I was trying to tell you to pull away, but?—”
I don’t mean to laugh, but I can’t help it. This is the most flustered I’ve ever seen her. “Does it look likeI’msorry?” I ask, using my fingers to gather some of her cum off my face, then sucking the glaze off my digits.
She stares at me, shell-shocked, blushing up a storm.
If I could spend the rest of my life tasting her, I’d die a happy man. So much better than heaps of processed sugar—an addiction, a life source, a goddamn ambrosia. “You don’t ever have to apologize for that, Cali.Ever.”
Cali averts her eyes, and my heart constricts when I pick up on the disbelief embedded in her features. “It’s embarrassing,” she whispers shamefully.
“Hey, hey.” I tip her chin toward me, smoothing my thumb over the dried splotch of blood on her lower lip. “It’s not. It’s fucking incredible. Everything you do is fucking incredible.”
Those big, blue eyes glance up at me, and shallow breaths broaden her chest. Her mouth quakes like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out.
“It’s clear some fucker made you feel self-conscious about it in the past, but I need you to know that you don’t need to feel that way around me, okay?”
She offloads a sigh, wiping the leftover moisture from her tear ducts. I hate the silence that greets me. I hate that I can’t assuage her pain, that I can’t turn back time and curb-stomp the head of whoever gave her shit over something she can’t control.
“If it makes you feel any better, that was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” I chuckle, feeling a bud of relief flourish inside me when she perks up.
“Seriously?”
