Page 124 of Sweet Hate
He kisses me passionately, before tearing himself away, staring into my eyes. “I’m gonna blow my load in you. You’ll be mine inside and out. No one else gets all of me. Only you. Only ever you.”
He times his thrusts with those final words driving home their meaning and it tips me over the edge. I splinter and scream out his name, my pussy gripping him tight as I come just before I feel him shoot jet after jet of cum deep inside me as he groans.
I move to kiss his neck, his cock twitching as it continues to empty inside me. I run my nose along the length of it, savoring his delicious smell, memorizing this perfect moment.
I want to mark him as mine too.
I can’t help but sink my teeth into his neck, sucking his skin hard. He growls his approval, tilting his head to give me better access. I lift my lips with a pop, my heart hitching when our eyes meet again, his gaze sated and approving. He rests his forehead on mine as we both try to catch our breath.
“That was incredible, Haven. Lie back, let me see you.”
I gently pull myself off his dick, instantly feeling empty as I lean back on the seat, gripping the handlebars like I did before.
“Fuuuck, the sight of you spread out on my bike, my cum dripping out of that tight pussy might just be my favorite view ever. I could go blind right now and be happy with this being the last thing I ever got to see.”
I watch in rapt silence as he pushes his cum back inside me before plugging it with his fingers.
“Gonna keep you pumped so full of my cum, you won’t ever forget who you belong to. I want you to feel me dripping out of you every damn day.”
I find that idea way hotter than I should. I feel like maybe Ineed to remind us both that I only belong to him for the next six weeks. But tonight’s been perfect. I don’t really want to ruin the mood.
He slowly removes his fingers, plants a kiss on my still sensitive clit, then pulls on my yoga pants, redressing me.
“Hey, you forgot my panties.” I stop his hands as they move the fabric up my thighs.
“Those are mine.” A devious grin flits across his face as he continues to dress me before he picks me up, cradling me in his arms, while we both look out at the ocean. Clearly, I’m going to need to buy a truckload more underwear if he has a panty stealing kink.
“I’m sorry, Sprinks.” He nuzzles the top of my hair as he talks. His bare arms wrapped around my waist. “I wasn’t planning on fucking you on the back of my bike tonight. I wanted our first time to be a bit more comfortable.”
“It was pretty perfect to me.”
His chuckle warms me inside. Tonight is probably the most relaxed we’ve been together since I came back, and I really don’t want it to end. I snuggle deeper into his arms, sighing contentedly.
“I’ve got a lot to be sorry for when it comes to you, Haven. I need you to know, I really am so damn sorry about everything.”
“Everything?” I turn my head to catch his eye, but his gaze is fixed on the ocean.
“Well, no. Not everything. But how I handled things when you left. And since you came back. I was a jackass, and I hate myself for treating you that way.”
“Are you ready to talk about any of it?”
My heart is thumping so hard in my chest that I’m sure he’ll be able to feel it. Will he finally tell me about why he just disappeared? It might seem like I don’t care anymore given our currentsituationship, but the truth is, I do care. A real bloody lot.
“Maybe some of it. I don’t really want to go into all of it tonight, but it’s not fair for you not to know.”
I reach up to rest my hand on his cheek. Even as he nuzzles into it and sighs, tension seeps back into his body. The silence draws out between us, but I don’t want to say anything to push him if he isn’t ready. I know this has to be on his terms no matter what happens.
I’m not in any rush to move anyway. I love being curled up in his arms right now, and the feel of his cum seeping into the crotch of my pants. I like the reminder that, for that moment, he was mine. That he has only ever spilled inside me like that.
His arms tighten further, pulling me closer as his hand moves under my tank and splays against my ribcage. His touch now soothing rather than electrically charged, entices me to drop my head to his shoulder and close my eyes.
He sucks in a breath and exhales before his quiet voice breaks the silence.
“A few weeks or so before you were due to leave, we found out Dad was sick. Really sick. The doctors told us he didn’t have long.”
My eyes fly open on a gasp. and I try to turn in his arms.
“What? He was already sick then? Why didn’t you tell me?”
