Page 68 of Hate It with You

“Don’t come.” I let frustration seep into my voice. She’s chasing her own orgasm as I fuck her mouth, holding my own back. I refuse to come until I’m inside her, when I can feel her release pulling mine out of me.

She moans more, and as her throat opens up, I go farther. When my cock hits the back of her throat, I’m close to being thrown off the edge. I pull back, letting my cock slip free of her lips with a pop.

The moment I do, she’s screaming my name. “Oh god, Alex.” Her back arches as she chases her own release.

Dropping to my knees, I catch her in time, my hand replacing hers as I rub circles around her clit, drawing her orgasm out for as long as I can before she’s pushing me away. Too sensitive to take anymore.

As she’s coming down from the high, I finally lift her shirt over her head, exposing her heavy breasts. Wasting no time, I bend down, taking a nipple into my mouth to lightly suck as she comes down from the high.

When her breathing has regulated, I pick her up and carry her to my dresser, where the mirror hangs on the wall, waiting for us.

I set her on her feet before me, grabbing her hips and turning her around in one motion. Staring at her through the mirror, she looks deliciously drunk with lust, my own expression matching hers.

I smack her ass as I say, “You’re a fucking brat for finishing like that.”

She smiles up at me. “What are you going to do about it?”

With one hand on her upper back, I push her forward, her forearms bracing against the dresser as I grip her hips and line my cock up to her dripping wet opening.

With no warning, I thrust into her, going as deep as I can as her ass sits nicely against my lower abdomen.

Luckily, we have no neighbors other than each other because she screams my name.

I pull out of her, ever so slowly until only the tip of my cock teases her entrance. She looks at me in the mirror, eyes pleading for more.

“Tell me how you missed me again,” I command.

She hesitates, so I reach my hand around to her front, pinching her clit between my forefinger and my thumb. Strengthening my tone, I brush my lips against the tip of her ear as I say, “Tell me.”

“I missed you,” she grits out. I reward her by slamming into her, her expression changing from frustrated to blissful in seconds.

I continue to fuck her like this, thrusting in and out of her as her muscles tighten around my cock. Watching her in the mirror, with each thrust I come to a new realization.

Thrust.

I’d do anything to protect her.

Thrust.

I can’t live without her.

Thrust.

I’d die for her.

Thrust.

I love her.

Upon the last realization, I’m unable to control myself. I pull out, needing to be closer to her.

Flipping her around, I lift her so she’s sitting on the dresser, wasting no time in thrusting back into her as deep as I can go. I press my lips against hers, her legs wrapping around my lower back as she pulls me closer to her, our tongues colliding.

As she squeezes harder around me, I can tell that she’s as close as I am. Bringing my thumb down to her clit, I give her exactly what she needs. Her back arches as I completely lose myself in her.

We both come, holding on to each other for dear life as though we’ve jumped off a cliff together, and we’re the only people who can keep each other safe.

I can’t stop kissing her as we come down from the high. Still fully seated inside her, I’m completely lost in everything that she is. I plant kisses on her neck, on her tattoos, her shoulders, anywhere my lips will reach.