Page 103 of Sweet Hate
He glides them in and out as he grabs my hair with his other hand and pulls me up.
“Bad girls get punished, Haven. Bad girls don’t get to tease their man and then get the orgasm they so desperately want.”
I barely listen to his words as I chase his fingers with my hips, close to shattering apart in the best possible way. I’m so close. Right there. My walls clench around his fingers, trying like hell to keep them inside me. My breath stutters, my eyes slam shut as I feel myself start to break.
All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out, just as I was on the brink of exploding.
“Noooo please,” I don’t even recognize my own voice, so desperate to come I could cry.
He runs a finger along my slit, and I try to push it back inside me. “Nuh-uh, sweet girl. You wanted to tease me today, so I’m going to make damn sure I tease you right back. You’ll feel this swollen little clit brush against these naughty panties all day. I want that pussy aching for me as you walk around. I want to smell your need while you drip, desperate for my cock.”
He can’t be serious. He’s going to leave me like this all fucking day?
I hear him suck his fingers into his mouth.
“Mmmmm you taste so good, Sprinks, so much sweeter than I remember. You’re definitely my favorite flavor.”
He tugs my pants back up my legs, and I’m so freakin’ horny that just their silky material makes me clench. Of course, this ass notices and pulls me back against his chest, his hand stroking up my body to collar my neck. He tightens his grip, while trailing the other hand down to toy with my clit.
“You like to play games, but baby, I’m the game master. You set the rule that we can’t play in the bakery. You’ll have to beg me to break it and fuck you like you need me to.”
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this horny or this desperate for anyone. I don’t know if I want to fuck him or kill him for doing this to me.
Grabbing my pussy in his hand, he bites down on my neck, sucking the spot gently.
“You’re mine, Haven Blake. And I’ll be sure to find plenty of ways to remind you who you belong to and just how achingly empty you feel without your man’s cock inside you. You’ll beg me to fuck you before the day is through. Mark my words.”
He releases me, turns and leaves my apartment without another word, while my couch is the only thing stopping me from collapsing to the floor.
Whatthe actual flying fuck?
This man just blue beaned me in the worst possible way and just turns and casually walks back out to his truck.
Oh hell no. I amnotbegging him to do shit.
He says I’m a tease, but he doesn’t know the half of it.
If anyone’s going to be begging, it’ll behimon his kneesfor me.
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So, that didn’t quite go according to plan. My cock pulls a Medusa turning to stone. Massive stone—we’re talking Stonehenge level bone here—If it could punch me in the eye, I reckon it would. I was so fucking close to sinking into my girl and sating this insanity that’s plagued me since she showed up. Instead, I’ve probably pissed her off and left myself with a boner that will not quit.
I was aiming for romantic. Show up to give her a lift to the bakery, her favorite coffee waiting in the truck to surprise her—perfect boyfriend shit.
You’re not her boyfriend though, are you?
I know. No labels. Casual. All my suggestions. But knowing she might be sticking around, well, let’s just say I have feelings about that. Real hard feelings. And not just in my pants. I might not want to address them right now, but yeah. Cute romantic shit surely wouldn’t hurt.
Sunlight picks that moment to glint off the pink iridescent cold cup I’d picked up for her at the store, mocking my romantic gesture.
Way to woo herwise guy.
I’m not even sure how to explain what happened. Those damn panties activated me like a bull with the color red. I sure as shit wanted to rut her like a bull. I can’t believe my girl owns crotchless panties.Andthat she’s naughty enough to wear them to the bakery all day. I could tug her pants down and just slip my hard cock in, while that soft lace strangles it.
Not helping.
