Page 54 of Hate To Love You

“Fuck you,” she says. My head cocks and I raise an eyebrow.

“Now Guinevere, that’s not very polite,” I swipe over her clit once with my tongue. She cries out before looking down at me as I pull away.

“Ryker…” she practically growls in warning. God, she’s beautiful when she’s pissed and naked. Her chest heaves up and down, making her perky breasts move with the motion.

“Yeah, Rebel?” another lick.

“Make me come,” she pants, and as much as I want my tongue on her again, I really want to see how far I can take this.

“You want to come?” I ask in a patronizing tone, earning another glare. She only nods. “Beg me.”

Gwen’s face is a scowl. I know her stubborn ass won’t ever beg for a thing. But if she wants to come, she’s going to have to do as I say.

“I’ll never beg you,” she states. Looking up to her face, I smirk and shrug, standing up. I begin to pull my boxers and jeans back on as Gwen’s face twists with confusion.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, sitting up fully to watch me. My dick is throbbing, and I need to come, but I have no intention of letting her win this game.

“Getting dressed,” I say simply.

“Ryker…” she says, her voice trembling. She’s breaking, I can see it. She needs to come, and she knows now that I won’t let her until she’s begging for me to fuck her. I walk over slowly, crawling over her naked form, making her lay back on the bed. Her breath hitches and her eyes widen.

I bring my finger to her mouth. “Suck,” I demand.

Gwen gives me a slightly suspicious look before opening her mouth and taking my finger, swirling her tongue around it.

I pull it out and trail my finger down her stomach and then down to her pussy. There’s a quick intake of breath when she believes I’m going to touch her.

“Beg for it, Gwen,” I command. Her eyes roll, making my lips twitch as I try not to smile.

“Please…” she says, but it’s not good enough. She can do better than that.

“Come on, Rebel,” I urge, slowly beginning to rub her again. Her eyes close, and I grip the back of her head to pull her hair. “Open your eyes.”

Gwen’s eyes fly open.

“I want you to look at me when you beg for my cock,” I tell her, moving my finger faster.

“Please, Ryker… I’m…” she’s almost there, she’s really going to beg me. My dick swells at the thought of this stubborn girl begging for me.

“You’re what?”

“I’m begging you, please make me come,” she finally says, desperately writhing under me.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise, and that seems to make her even more wet.

I take that as my sign to descend on her clit, my tongue flicking and teasing until she’s squirming and moaning incoherently.

“Ryker... please... oh fuck!” Gwen cries out, her hands grasping my hair as pleasure washes over her. I pull away.

“You’re such a good fucking girl, aren’t you Gwen?” I ask, desire burning me from the inside out. Gwen nods frantically, and I can tell she’s about to come.

“Yes!” she cries.

I continue my oral assault, revelling in the sweet taste of her pussy as I drive her closer to the edge. Her juices flow freely, coating my face as her cries fill the room, and with a few more swipes of my tongue, she tumbles over the precipice.

Gwen's body shakes uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm claims her, and I watch in amazement at this girl in front me who claims to hate me.

As her tremors subside, I stand, my cock throbbing with urgent need, and I can’t wait another minute to be inside her.

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