Page 68 of Love to Hate You

We’ve spent so much time hating on each other. I didn’t think there was anything he liked about me.

Before he can swat me again, I crawl down his body until my slick heat is flush against his chest. He arches and groans. I press my mouth to his. Desire swirls through me as he opens, and I taste myself on his lips. Our tongues mingle before I pull away.

God, he’s beautifully built. His muscles stand out in sharp relief.

How can someone be so rock solid?

I want to explore every inch of him.

Lowering myself, I pause at the khaki shorts and the huge bulge they’re covering. Then I stroke my hand over his erection. Is it my imagination or does he feel bigger than I thought? I nip my lower lip as I flick open the button, intent on finding out. I tug at the thick material and reveal black boxer briefs that hug his hips and thighs.

His cock swells under my perusal.

I flick a glance upward. “Weren’t feeling cocky today?”

The reference isn’t lost on him.

His lips curve into a sexy grin. “Don’t need to advertise the merchandise when there’s a giant cock inside.”

“Giant cock,” I snort. “I always thought you were a conceited bastard, now I know for sure.”

“I don’t want to toot my own horn but…” He waggles his brows. “I haven’t heard anything but praise for my package.”

“Oh really?” I laugh and widen my eyes.

So freaking arrogant.

“I’ll be the judge of how impressive you are. Did you ever consider that those girls have only seen small dicks, so yours looked well-endowed in comparison?”

His chuckle turns into a groan as I free his boner. I bite back the gasp, not wanting to inflate his already massive ego. Apparently, all the whispered rumors I’ve heard around campus about Carter are true. He really is massive.

“Impressed?” he asks smugly.

“Meh.” I shrug. “I’ve seen bigger.”

Total lie.

I haven’t seen anything nearly the size of this. And just to be clear, I’ve seen my fair share of dick over the years. I could definitely pick this one out of a lineup.

Carter Prescott has a thick, beautiful cock.

Who can resist its allure when it stands proudly at attention the way it is right now?

Ummm…not this girl.

Did I also happen to mention that I’ve just confirmed yet another hushed rumor?

His balls and the base of his cock are devoid of hair. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Well, I have (thanks to the naughty gifs on Tumblr), but never in person. I stroke my fingers from the tip of his cock to his smooth balls.

“You like the manscaping?” he asks in a tight voice.

“I love it.”

It’s like receiving a new toy for Christmas. I want to play with it for hours. Getting up close and personal, I swipe my tongue across the slit and come away with salty goodness.

Carter groans and I do it again.

Thanks to the ladies first rule, the edge has been taken off my arousal. Carter isn’t so lucky. He looks ready to burst out of his skin. I’ve never made any bones about wanting to torture him. And here’s my chance.

Although, I never imagined it would be sexually.

I may not have the vast experience Carter does, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

I guess we’re about to find out just how much pleasure he can withstand.

Challenge accepted.

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