Page 102 of Sweet Hate
“I wanted to. Besides, if I hadn’t, I couldn’t do this.”
He lifts me clean off my feet, his big arms crushing me into his chest as his lips take mine in a punishing kiss. His tongue immediately seeks entry, tangling with mine, betraying just how much need courses through him. I lock my thighs around his waist, pressing my body tight to him while his cologne envelops me, leaving me dizzy.
I sink a hand into his hair, tugging it back, and bite his bottom lip, earning me a low growl that I feel vibrateeverywhere. He nips back before crushing his lips to mine again, slowly grinding his hard cock against my now soaking core.
Meeting him thrust for thrust, I can feel the thick hard ridge of his cock rub against my slit through the fabric.
He walks us backwards pressing my back against the wall, his hips moving harder, violently thrusting, the denim rustling against me while he works us both into a frenzy. He groans on my lips, lifting his head to stare into my eyes. His eyes are wild and pained, the same need I feel written plain as day on his face while we struggle to catch our breath. Our chests brushing is like a live wire to my sensitive nipples, leaving the hard little points tingling. “If we don’t stop, I’m gonna fuck you in your hallway Sprinks.”
I feel like I just ran a marathon. My brain can’t catch up withwhat just happened, and judging by the look on his face, he’s just as dazed as I am.
He searches my eyes while he continues to hold me tight in his arms. “What are you doing to me Haven, you’re driving me crazy.” He chuckles as he crouches, picking up the purse I don’t even remember dropping, with one hand and handing it to me. The vibration hits me square in the pussy, sending another shockwave of need through me. Tightening my arms around his neck, I try to press myself closer, rubbing myself over him like a cat.
Hell, he almost has me purring.
He lets out an animalistic sound, tugging my bottom lip in his teeth, while his eyes sink shut. He pulls away and shakes his head, walking us back inside my front door, slamming it shut with a bang.
Oh shit. Now we’re closed inside my apartment. Where there’s a bed. And a shower. And all manner of other surfaces we could christen.
He lets out a low groan before nuzzling his face into my neck.
“Sprinks, we’re not gonna make it into work at this rate with the way your pussy is grinding against me. Does she feel empty? Does she need me?”
I’m not proud of the sound I make—a desperate mewl that has fire surging in his eyes. Ihaveto feel him inside me.
“I didn’t mean to do anything but drive you to the bakery this morning, but now I know how much you need me, I can’t live with myself if I leave you wanting.”
His long legs stride us over to the sectional, where he sets me down facing the back of it. “Take that sexy jacket off and hold on, baby.”
I follow his orders, not trusting myself to utter a single word. The growl he unleashes once I turn around makes my hair stand on end.
“Holy shit. Did you wear these on purpose?” Hegrabs my ass with a squeeze as he presses his clothed cock into me. “You’re a little tease, you know that? You set the rule that I can’t touch you in the bakery, but you have no problem showing up dressed like this to test my willpower.” He trails a finger around the curve of my ass. “Look at this butt. I can’t wait to slam into that tight little pussy and watch this perfect ass jiggle.”
I can barely contain my excitement as his fingers slip under the waistband. Will he like the naughty panties I chose this morning? The sharp intake of breath and rumble of approval he lets out as he catches sight of my lacy panties doesn’t disappoint.
“You gift wrapped yourself in a bow for me. Such a good fucking girl.”
Hmmm, but am I a good girl?He clearly hasn’t spotted the slit yet.
He falls to his knees, kneading and kissing one ass cheek then the other before standing up behind me.
Is he going to strip now? Will he bang me over the back of my sofa like I need him to?
Anticipation has me wiggling on the spot just as his hand strokes back up my butt and moves below to press on my clit. His fingertips graze past the opening in my underwear and pause.
If I wasn’t so desperate for him right now, I’d laugh at his confusion. His fingers probe at the fabric further until one finger sinks into my wet heat.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck, are you serious right now? My girl has crotchless panties under these naughty little yoga pants? You really were trying to test me today weren’t you, Haven?” He rips his hand away and slaps my ass hard. I yelp, the sting pushing me closer to cumming as I grind my ass against him. His hand grabs it and flexes, rubbing on the spot he slapped.
“You wore this knowing how desperately I’d want to touch you in that bakery. Watching you bend in these turns me into a goddamn animal, making me salivate and grind my teeth withthe need to rip them off and sink into you.” His breath tickles my ear while he traces a finger along my core.
“And all along this would be bare?” He sinks just the tip inside me, pulling it out as soon as I shift to take it deeper, sliding it back up to trace my clit.
“This naughty little clit rubbing on the lace, pressing on the seam of your pants, getting you off. You’re a bad, bad fucking girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls, Haven?”
I can’t answer as he sinks two fingers inside me with enough force to take my breath away.
Shit, that’s good.
