Page 89 of I Love to Hate You
I eat her with every fiber of my being, even drawing back to spit on it before going at it again. Her moans fill the house and bang on the windows, threatening to escape and travel down the street if I keep it up, but I don’t stop. I keep my mouth secured to her clit while I slide two fingers inside of her and begin stroking in and out, prodding her G-spot with my fingertips and sending her moans of pleasure careening through the glass and onto the porch. She sounds so fucking good when she’s screaming for me.
“Fuck, baby. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in your mouth and all over your face,” she warns. “Is that what you want?”
I stroke into her with my fingers three more times before backing away to stand up. I hear the disappointed groan she lets out, but I have greater plans for her orgasm than she knows. I pull my shirt off over my head and toss it to the floor before grabbing a condom from a box inside my end table drawer. I pull my pants off, my rock hard cock proudly bouncing in the air, before I sheathe it and stretch the condom to its limits.
“You want it?” I ask, inching my way closer until the tip of my cock is only centimeters from her wet entrance. “You want this cock deep inside you?”
“Yes, please, Kendrick,” she pleads, panting.
“Beg me for it, bratty girl. Beg, or I will leave you a dripping mess right here on this couch.”
“Please, baby,” she implores me. “Please give me that dick. I’ve missed it so much, and I need it.Please, Kendrick.”
“Are you going to be my good girl and do as you’re fucking told?” I ask.
“Yes, I promise,” she answers. “I’ll do anything for you. I’m yours forever. Yours to use however and whenever you want. I belong to you.”
A smile pulls at the side of my mouth as I grab my cock at its base. “Good fucking girl,” I say before plunging inside as deeply as my body will allow.
Maya moans as I grab both of her legs, planting one on each shoulder so her ass lifts off the couch a little. From this angle, I know my cock will wreak havoc on her G-spot, and I don’t intend to stop until her cum splatters everywhere and ruins my couch. I plan on buying a new one anyway, so I’m going to make a fucking mess.
With long, thunderous strokes, I plow into Maya’s pussy, sending splashes of her wetness spreading across the floor and couch cushions. Every bit of our emotional last few days fuels this moment, and I fuck until my muscles burn, until my legs shake, and until my arms are on fire from holding up her legs. I fuck Maya with more than just my cock. I fuck her with my heart, with my desire to love her, with my need to make her mine forever. My lungs fight for dear life, struggling to keep me alive as I spend every ounce of my energy pounding her pussy until the moment she lets out a shriek that comes from the depths of her soul, and nearly bends her body backwards.
“I'm going to come,” she howls. Her fingers scramble to find something to hold onto and manage to clutch the couch as she squeezes her eyes shut and falls into a pit of beautiful agony.
“That’s it, Baby Girl,” I say, as my own orgasm rocks back and forth in my belly. “Come for me. Make a mess and get ready for me to come inside you.”
Maya doesn't even have the wherewithal to answer as I continue thrusting into her until my orgasm slams into me, buckling my legs and shooting hot, white stars across my vision. Both of us yell like death is near until our energy drains completely and I collapse, falling to the floor and dropping Maya’s legs at the same time. She pulls her knees onto the couch while I lie in front of it, fried beyond repair. All that is left is gasping pants and low volume groans of exhaustion.
A few silent minutes pass before I even think to speak words, but when I do, my throat is dry and my voice is hoarse.
“Holy fuck,” I mumble. “You and I arereallygood together.”
Maya giggles through heavy breaths. “Yes, we are,” she agrees. “I don't care what anybody has to say, Iknowthe rest of the world isn't fucking like that. That was … unspeakably good.”
“Unspeakable,” I say, nodding slowly. “Yeah, exactly that.”
“I cried a little,” she says, before laughing at herself. “I don't think that has ever happened before. I heard it was possible if the orgasm was that good, but it’s definitely a first for me. Your cock is a fucking god.”
I chuckle before asking, “You mean I’m a god, right?”
“No, not you. Just your cock.”
“Wow,” I say, dragging the word out. “Do I have to get up and prove myself again?”
“No, no. I don't have the energy to withstand another round,” she says.
I laugh again. “Thank goodness.”
Both of us let out a guffaw, and it feels so good to be in the company of my best friend again. Nothing on Earth could ever replace this.
“I do know one thing, Mr. Kennedy,” she says, interrupting my train of thought. “What you and I have is something I don't ever want to be without again. I don't say that lightly. I mean it. I know we’ve had our ups and down, I know we’ve hated each other, but I want this to work, because if I was forced to try to date other people, all I would do is ruin it by looking for bits and pieces of you in them. They would never measure up, and I’d just end up pissed off and disappointed. So if it’s alright with you, I’d like us to make this work. For good.”
“You mean you're not going to hate me anymore?” I ask blithely.
“Oh, of course I will,” she quips. “That’s what makes this so much fun. But, I love to hate you, baby.”
For a second, I think about saying something else. My mother mentioned it earlier, and maybe that’s where the desire to say it is coming from. I don't know if what I’m thinking of saying is really how I feel or not, but I know I feelsomething—something new, something raw, something unbreakable. Nonetheless, I choose not to alter the mood of the moment.
