Page 55 of Hate To Love You

I climb up over her to her face, claiming her lips. My tongue finds hers as her long legs wrap around my waist. I take both of her hands and pin them over her head with one of mine while I use the other to rip my pants and boxers down. My dick teases her swollen pussy, causing her to whimper and arch her back, seeking friction. I chuckle darkly.

“You want it?” I growl. Gwen nods desperately.

“Yes... please, Ryker,” Gwen begs. I lean down to kiss her again as I slowly push forward, filling her with my thick length.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask, realizing I probably should have asked that before I was inside her. She nods.

“I have an IUD,” she says breathlessly.

That’s all I need before I begin to move. Gwen gasps, her eyes rolling back as I begin to stretch her. I can’t help but groan at the sensation.

“Fuck, Gwen…” I growl, my hips snapping forward as I set a relentless pace.

Gwen meets my thrusts, her nails digging into my back as she urges me on.

“Harder,” she cries out. God damn.

I oblige, slamming into her with fierce abandon. The bed creaks with the force, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. Gwen’s tits bounce wildly with each thrust, her cries mingling with my grunts of pleasure.

I can feel Gwen's walls begin to clench around me, signaling her impending orgasm.

“Come for me, Gwen,” I demand, lifting her hips off the bed and driving into her with renewed vigor.

Gwen’s body tenses.

“Ryker! Oh fuc-” her words cut off as she screams, her orgasm causing her to pulse around my cock.

Continuing to thrust through her orgasm, my own builds with each squeeze of her pulsing walls. With a final, powerful surge, I bury myself deep within her and come hard, filling her completely.

Spent, I collapse onto the bed beside Gwen, our chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath.

A satisfied smile plays on Gwen's lips as she leans on her side next to me, her head resting on her hand. My own smirk plays on my lips.

“What?” I ask, my hand reaching up to push a strand of hair behind Gwen’s ear.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she laughs, causing me to chuckle.

“Do you regret it?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t say yes because I really don’t want her to regret this.

Gwen shakes her head. “No, I think I liked it,” she watches my face for my reaction. I grab her hip and squeeze.

“Oh, I know you liked it,” I tease. Gwen rolls her eyes and pushes my shoulder playfully. She is so God damn pretty.

“It wasn’t the worst sex I’ve ever had,” she shrugs, a smug grin on her face.

“Careful, Rebel. I might actually think you like me,” I wink, and Gwen makes a mock face of disgust.

“No way in hell,” she chuckles, falling to her back on the bed.

I can’t tell what I’m feeling right now as I stare down at Gwen, naked and sated and stunning. When we started this partnership, I was just using her as a means to an end. As something to help me get my father off my back.

I don’t know when that changed. But I do know I definitely want to do that again. And again.

Chapter 30

Guinevere

“No, you have to put it into different words. You can’t read right off the PowerPoint,” Ryker stares at me, looking as clueless as ever. Our project is due in less than twenty-four hours, and I am exhausted.

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