Page 74 of Sweet Hate
He imagined me?
Before I can ask, Axel crawls on top of me and kisses me senseless again before resting his forehead to mine. His hard cock presses against me through his boxers.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks as his earnest gaze meets mine.
“Yes, I want it to be you—to be now…I want it to be us.”
I watch as he fists his cock over his boxers with one hand as he tugs my bra down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. We both groan in unison, sharp zaps of electricity running through me.
“Sprinks, your tits feel incredible. I want to suck on these every day.”
He rolls my nipple in his teeth, the pleasure shooting straight down to my clit. I watch as he kisses his way down my stomach before coming to lie with his face between my legs.
When he looks up at me, there’s a wide smile splitting his face.
“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you every night since last week. Is this OK?”
I can’t believe we’re doing this. Won’t it feel weird for him? Isn’t it a bit gross?
I nod nervously, my thighs already closing around him.
His hands clamp down to hold them open, and he runs a finger through my slit, an awed expression on his face.
“Babe, you’re so wet for me. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so fucking lucky. Thank you.”
He’s being so sweet, it eases some of the nervous tension in me. He lowers his head, groaning as he slowly slides his tongue through me for the first time.
Before I can even catch my breath, he’s eating me out like a man possessed.
Ohh, that feels good. He keeps making appreciative sounds, and the vibration tingles through my clit. My hips move on their own, grinding into his face. I want to do this to him too. I want to taste him.
When I push his head back, he stares up at me with wide eyes, his mouth and jaw soaking wet. Shit, did I do that?
“Crap, Sprinks, did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?”
He looks so stricken that I can’t help but laugh.
“God no, babe, that felt incredible. I just want to taste you now too.”
His jaw falls open at my admission, his voice raspy as he speaks.
“Shit, that’s so hot. I’ve been dreaming of watching my hard cock disappear between your beautiful lips for months.”
For months?
He falls back onto the bed, chest heaving frantically as his cock tents his boxers.
I crawl down between his legs and lick my lips as he helps me tug them off.
Wow, his long, thick cock pops out, and it looks so much bigger in the daylight. When I held it in the dark, I was just concentrating on how the skin felt so soft, even with how hard he was.
There’s a drop of liquid on the red tip, and I bend over, wanting to taste it. When I prod my tongue at the slit, his hips surge upward as he yells out in surprise. His reactions are going to be addictive, I can tell.
I swipe my tongue over and around the head of his cock while he groans, fisting the bedsheets.
Okay, here goes nothing.
Sucking in a deep breath, I grip his cock as I lower my mouth and slip it in a tiny bit at a time as his hips pump into the air. I move him in and out a couple of times, but I can’t take him deep enough without gagging. He’s too big. I wish I knew how.
