Page 68 of Hate To Love You

My cock stands at attention when Gwen takes a step toward me, and I want nothing more than to bend her over the sink and fuck her until she’s begging me to let her come. But I need to hold off until she explains what this was about.

“That was quite the little show you put on for me, Guinevere,” I say smoothly. Gwen scoffs.

“I don’t know what you’re-” I cut her off, pushing her against the wall, wrapping a hand around her neck just enough to apply a bit of pressure. Her eyes widen and I have to stop myself from unloading right here and now as her perky tits rub against my hard chest.

She looks down to my hand on her throat, then back at my face to search my eyes.

“Don’t play dumb, Rebel. It doesn’t suit you,” I seethe in a low, husky tone. “Why were you grinding your ass on a man that wasn’t me?”

“I… I don’t know,” she says timidly. She’s hiding something from me, something she doesn’t want me to know.

My eyes narrow with curiosity.

“Guinevere, tell me why you were dancing against another man’s dick?”

I remove my hand from her neck and slide it down slowly to the hem of her tight black dress. Gwen’s breath hitches, and I can feel the small tremble in her body as she tries to control herself.

“I saw you,” she begins. My head tilts to the side in question. Saw me? What the hell was I doing? What did she see? I didn’t touch another woman all night.

Gwen looks down at the ground, her cheeks brightening.

“With that girl, at the bar. I saw her all over you,” her voice practically a whisper. Shit. Amy.

That fucking girl is like a bad case of herpes that keeps coming back.

I laugh, knowing that the interaction with Amy was nothing for Gwen to be upset over.

“Are you jealous?”

“No,” she answers almost immediately, but I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. My eyebrows raise and I smirk.

I lean in closer to whisper my next word into her ear.

“Liar.”

My hand moves to push up the end of Gwen’s dress, feeling the inside of her thigh as I go. My heart pounds in my ears and my breathing picks up. My dick is rock hard, and I don’t know if I can restrain myself much longer.

My fingers trace over the wet spot of Gwen’s lace panties and I let out a groan. Her head falls back against the wall as her eyes close. She whimpers softly, making my cock twitch.

God, I need to be inside her right now.

“You’re soaked, baby girl. Why?” Gwen shakes her head, her red lips parting slightly. I reach up to grip her chin with my free hand, forcing her to look at me. “Look at me, Rebel. Tell me why you’re dripping all over my hand right now,” I demand.

I move her panties to the side, rubbing a finger through her wet slit before bringing it back to her pretty clit. She squirms slightly in my grasp, letting out a delicate moan.

“Tell me Guinevere, do you like it when I’m rough with you?” I ask, sliding a long finger into her tight hole.

“God, yes,” she cries as she grinds ever so slightly on my finger.

My lips twitch as I shoot her a cocky smile. I pull the finger out, using her wetness to slide over her most sensitive spot with ease. I can tell she’s already close by the way her breathing speeds up and the way her heart pounds so rapidly.

“Do you want to come, baby girl?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but desperate to hear her say it.

“Yes, God Ryker, yes,” she pleads, and it’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

As much as I want to watch Gwen come apart by my hand, I want to teach her a lesson.

Pulling my hand away from her clit, I bring my finger to my mouth and taste her. Fuck, she tastes so fucking good.

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