Page 123 of Sweet Hate
The smooth veiny length, heavy with its perfectly round head, curving as though it’s reaching toward me.
Axel pulses his cock in my hand. It’s been so long since I’ve had him like this that my mouth is watering in anticipation. I stroke my thumb over the tip, swiping away the drop of precum waiting for me. His eyes don’t leave mine as I slowly suck the salty drop off my thumb humming in approval. He lets out a long low groan, his head falling back while hewatches me.
“Jesus Haven. The things you do to me without even trying are criminal. But fuck if I’m not ready to break all the rules with you. You untether me, make me wild, desperate. I crave you like the air I breathe.”
His words take my breath away. I can’t resist kissing him again pouring everything he makes me feel into it while working his hard cock with my hand. Dropping down, I guide him to my mouth running my tongue over his length, tracing every vein. I reacquaint myself with every little detail, exploring him with my mouth before circling the top and prodding his slit, licking the new drops of precum I find there before closing my lips around him. My nails dig into his thighs, as he lets out a guttural moan, gripping my hair in his fist. Sucking and fluttering my tongue, I swallow him as deep as I can. He mutters, and moans, pulling my hair so tight my scalp burns, while his thighs lift from the bike, chasing my mouth.
Staring up at him, our eyes connect. His gaze fixed on my face, jaw tense in awed desperation before he pulls his cock out and drags it over my lips slowly. “I’ve missed these sexy lips of yours. I love painting them with my cum and seeing them stretched around my cock. You’re taking it so damn well.” He taps his dick on my lips and I open, letting him slide it back in on a groan. I hold onto his strong thighs, feeling the muscles tense as he tries to hold himself back. I love knowing that I’m doing this, that I’m the one making his body tremble with need. I could quickly get obsessed with making this big growly man practically purr with my mouth.
My clit pulses, the rumble of the bike beneath me and the sounds Axel is making driving me close to another orgasm. I work his cock faster, lightly grazing it with my teeth like I used to. His eyes fall shut on a moan, before I hum, and dig my nails into his thighs. His body surges upright rigid in shock, his wild eyes opening wide as he hurries to untangle his hands from my hair and cup my face halting my movements.
“Fuck, Sprinks no. Stop. I need the first time I come to be inside you.Please.”
There’s that please again. This man is so damn swoony. How could I ever refuse him?
He helps me move to straddle his thighs, his hands gripping my hips tight. I reach between us, lining his hard cock at my entrance, never breaking eye contact with him. I hold it there, his hands keeping me poised just above, while we wait. His eyes scan mine, and I see the same desperation I feel inside me mirrored in his. This isfinallyhappening. He tilts his hips up, the tip slipping in as far as the head, and we both groan.
“Goddamn, babe, I’m gonna embarrass myself. I feel like I’m about to come faster than I did on our virgin voyage.” I giggle but don’t stop, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I push myself down further onto his cock. “Haven, wait. Protection? Just so you know I’m clean, and you’re the only person I’ve ever been with without using a condom.”
I gasp, before I smile so wide my cheeks ache. He’s only ever done that with me. I love the fact that no one else has gotten to feel his bare dick move inside them. It feels like that privilege is mine, and mine alone.
My entire body is shaking with the need to sink all the way down on him. I want this—him, so damn badly.
“I trust you. I’ve always used condoms with everyone else too, and I’m on the pill.”
His eyes light up, and he looks so damn elated at my words that I can’t help but kiss him. I sink my fingers into his silky hair and tug his head back as I slide myself inch by inch down the length of his cock until I’m fully seated.
Oh my God.
I know it’s probably been an embarrassingly long time since a cock cleared the cobwebs, but why does it feel like I’ve just been impaled on a baseball bat?
OK, fine, that’s a slight exaggeration—this isn’t a monster penis, but still…
His touch is everywhere, his fat cock stretching me out far more than I remember.
It's just like riding a bike, right?
I grip his shoulders, desperately needing to move.
“Fuuuuuuck. Don’t move, Sprinks,” he practically growls the words into my neck. He tightens his arms around me, holding me in place while he murmurs intelligible words, his lips grazing my shoulder. “You’re so tight. You’re practically strangling my cock. Give me a few seconds. I’ve waited so long for this, I don’t want to blow my load like a fucking teen.”
He brings our foreheads together, breathing hard, while his hands grip my ass tight.
Finally, he starts lifting me up and down slowly before he bares his teeth, the veins in his neck bulging as he sets a hard rhythm, his hips piston into me, his dick somehow going deeper than I thought possible.
Gripping his shoulders, I match his pace, moving my hips and grinding my clit against his pelvis, while he kisses the length of my neck, the scratch of his stubble sending shivers down my spine.
“Want to mark you as mine, Sprinks,” he growls into my ear, his words sending a surge of arousal through me.
His voice, the sounds of the sea breaking on the cliffs, the distant hum of traffic surrounding us, the taste of the salt in the air assaulting my senses—everything is heightened, urgent, wild, perfect.
“Do it, Axel. Make me yours.”
The sound he makes is feral as he sucks my neck hard, sending tremors straight to my clit. My nails dig into his back as he bites down hard, before running his warm tongue over it.
“You’re mine now, Haven.” His whispered tone rough and broken as his cock seems to swell even further. “Fuuuucccck, you feel too good. I can’t hold it much longer, baby. I need you to come first.”
His hand toys with my clit, rubbing and tugging it, sending me soaring.
