Page 57 of Hate It with You

I stand there, leaning against her door, my cock throbbing in pain at the sight of Beth pleasuring herself. My grip on the doorframe only loosens when she moves out of view of the camera.

I place my phone in my pocket as I wait for her to open the door. Waiting for what feels like an eternity, the door handle finally moves. The door swings open shortly after, with a faint squeak sounding from the hinges.

“Oh, hey Alex, what’s up?” I don’t allow her to say anything more before I’m pushing my way inside her apartment, grabbing her by the waist.

My foot comes in contact with the door, kicking it closed with force before my hand latches the deadbolt behind me. My breathing comes heavy when my attention is turned back in her direction, lifting her as she wraps her legs around my hips. My hand slides to the back of her head for protection when I slam her back against the wall next to the front door.

She’s laughing when my lips connect with hers. My tongue draws out the last of her amusement as she intertwines her tongue with mine. Pressing against her, I’m desperate for relief from my cock that’s aching to find its home inside her.

Adjusting my hands on her ass, I coat my fingers with the remnants of her orgasm on the insides of her thighs. I’m sent over the edge. Without wasting time, I yank my sweatpants down, lifting her higher for a moment as I do to let my cock free of its prison. Both my hands inch closer to her center, my fingers finding the soaking wet edges of her core as I spread her wide. She moans into my mouth, and it’s all the confirmation I need to line my cock up with her entrance and push inside her.

She cries out at the same time a grunt releases from my lips, her warmth coating me entirely, my cock finally finding relief.

After the initial shock, I stay fully sheathed inside her when I land a firm smack to her ass cheek. “Don’t you ever disobey me again,” I say, my voice rough.

She smiles, as her blue eyes darken. “But your punishments always feel so good.” She wiggles her hips in my hold, and I’m forced to take a deep breath in an effort not to unload inside her at the smallest movement.

When she squeezes around me, I set her on her feet, her back still connected with the wall. I’ve only slipped free of her halfway, and the sight of our connection has me cursing under my breath.

When she looks at our connection, her mouth splitting open, an idea begins to form in my mind.

Lifting her chin, I plant a kiss on her lips before whispering, “Get on your knees.”

She smiles before shaking her head. My heart rate increases at her playfulness. I could never have dreamed of a woman as impeccable as Beth.

Stepping away, breaking our connection, I make my way to her reading chair in the living room. I lose my shirt and my pants in the process. Wasting no time, I turn the chair to face Beth, descending into the green plush material. My eyes don’t leave Beth’s as I watch her eyes track my hips, something dark overtaking her gaze.

She hasn’t moved from the wall, her gaze locked in on my cock as it stands tall. I spread my legs wider, admiring her arousal that has fully coated me, before I take my thumb and run it along my length. She watches as I bring my thumb to my mouth, licking it clean.

By the look on her face, she doesn’t care so much for the taste of her own medicine.

“I said…” My voice is calm but commanding. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”

With only the smallest adjustment of her shoulders, the lace robe she’s wearing slides off her body gracefully, falling to the floor. It exposes even more of her curves in the afternoon light filtering in through the sheer curtains she’s hung on the windows.

Her striking blue eyes lock in on mine as she lowers herself to her knees. She doesn’t say a word as she waits for my next command.

“Crawl.”

Her eyes widen, the blue of her irises deepening as heat overwhelms her gaze. My chest rises and falls aggressively as I wait for her to move. Waiting to see if she’ll do what she’s been told.

When she rests her hands on the floor, my cock pulses with need. Her breasts hang heavy in the red lace fabric that covers them, her nipples pointed sharp, begging to be licked. Her heavy gaze stays locked in on my cock as it flexes with each new step she takes toward me.

When she reaches me, a small shiver is sent down my spine as she traces a hand up my calf and across my thigh, before resting there.

I can't help myself from touching her. I reach down to grab her face, bending to plant another kiss on her lips before whispering, “Now show me how pretty you are when you suck my cock.”

My left hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head, gathering her hair with the motion into a makeshift ponytail as she lowers her lips to the tip of my cock.

One long lick from the base to the tip, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. She continues to lick and kiss up my cock before finally taking me into her mouth.

Sucking on the tip, my free hand grips the edge of the chair as my length strains from the building orgasm coursing through my body. She’s barely touched me, and I’m ready to burst.

Inch by pleasurable inch, she takes me farther into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head as she does. Then she does something no other woman has been able to before, given my size. She takes me all the way, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat as she holds me there for a few seconds, before pulling away and letting me go with a pop from her lips.

The sensation is too much, and I’m desperate to be inside her again.

I pull her up onto me, her legs tucking into the space on either side of my thighs, my hands resting comfortably on her hips as she hovers above my cock.