Page 53 of Hate To Love You

“Bra,” I say in the same demanding tone. Gwen unclasps her bra and tosses it on the floor with her shirt.

Her tits are beautiful. The best tits I’ve ever seen.

Grabbing one in my hand, I squeeze lightly on her nipple, making her head fall back and a soft moan leave her lips. I need to hear more of her moans.

Leaning down and placing my hands on the bed on either side of her, I linger in front of her face for a moment, revelling in the way her breathing quickens and her lashes flutter rapidly. Then, I lean in and smash my lips against hers.

She kisses me with fervour, opening her mouth to allow me full access. Kissing Gwen is like lighting a spark in the dark, a sudden burst of warmth and light, and I never want to pull away.

Gwen moans again, melting into my touch as she reaches out for my belt, beginning to undo it without ever breaking the kiss. My heart speeds up and it suddenly feels like I’ve just run a marathon.

This girl is about to see me, all of me. Vulnerable and exposed. Two things I don’t want to ever be. But looking at her and the way her breasts bounce while she kisses me and pulls my pants down so they land around my ankles, I don’t even care about being vulnerable.

I reluctantly break the kiss, staring down at her.

“Get on your knees, Gwen,” I whisper hoarsely.

Gwen’s eyes light up before slowly sinking off the bed and landing on her knees in front of me.

She looks so beautiful kneeling in front of me, ready and waiting for my cock to push into her mouth. Her eyes fill with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

Hooking her fingers in the elastic of my boxers, she pulls them down slowly, revealing my erection. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight. She licks her lips involuntarily, unable to tear her gaze away.

“Suck it,” I order, my voice laced with desire.

Gwen leans forward without hesitation, extending her tongue to lick the precum off the tip of my dick.

A soft groan escapes my lips, and that seems to encourage her to take me deeper. She opens her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around my shaft and taking me in inch by inch.

My hands tangle in Gwen's hair, guiding her movements as her head bobs back and forth. She hollows her cheeks, sucking eagerly and sending a tingle to the base of my spine. Her hands roam over my thighs, gripping tightly as she works me with growing enthusiasm.

Gwen moans softly, the vibrations sending shudders through my body. Holy shit, this girl is fucking perfect. The sounds she’s making, the feeling of her tongue as I hit the back of her throat. I make a mental note that Gwen has no gag reflex.

She moves her tongue in a way that has me gripping her head a bit harder.

“Fuck, Gwen... just like that,” I grit my teeth, my hips beginning to thrust gently in time with her motions.

Gwen's skill and eagerness are about to send me over the edge. I feel the heat building, my balls drawing up tight as the need to come intensifies. But I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want this to be over. I need to feel her, to feel what it’s like to be inside her.

Reaching down, I gently pull Gwen away, my cock glistening with her saliva. Jesus, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“That's enough, baby,” I say in a strained voice. “I don't want to come yet.”

Gwen's eyes sparkle with mischief as I pull her to stand and push her back on the bed.

“Lay back,” I order, and she does so without question. My eyes scan her perfect body, raking over her nipples, already hard and erect, down to her tight stomach.

My eyes darken with lust as I step forward, cupping her breasts in my large hands and bending down to take a hard nipple into my mouth.

Sucking greedily, I flick my tongue over the sensitive peak, causing Gwen to cry out as she threads her fingers through my hair.

Releasing one breast, I trail hot kisses down her abdomen, pausing only to hook my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and panties before tugging them downward. They fall in a heap onto the ground, leaving Gwen completely naked and fucking stunning in front of me.

I kneel before her, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Gwen props herself up on her elbows to watch me as my tongue laps against her.

I run a finger through her glistening folds, collecting her arousal before bringing it to my mouth and tasting her, letting out a low groan as I look in her eyes. Gwen whimpers and squirms impatiently. I grin, chuckling lowly.

“Patience is a virtue, Guinevere,” I tease. Gwen’s eyes narrow, clearly unamused. I run my finger over her swollen clit a few times causing her head to fall back as she pants and moans. My finger rubs slow circles, and I can feel Gwen getting restless, which only makes me want to keep going.

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