Page 69 of Hate To Love You

Gwen pouts. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

I push a strand of hair behind her ear, keeping my hand splayed on her cheek in a gentle gesture. Her chest rises and falls with each pant, and I notice her puckered nipples under the thin layer of her dress. I really want to rip it off of her, but I’d rather not have her walk out of here naked.

My eyes lock with hers, hers searching mine for any reasoning behind why I wouldn’t let her finish.

“Oh, sweet Rebel, you've been teasing me all night," I growl, my voice hoarse with desire. “Using that body of yours to drive me crazy. Don’t you think it’s only fair I do the same to you?” she shakes her head, her eyes on fire.

“I’m sorry, Ryker. Please, make me come,” Gwen whines and the sound goes straight to my dick. Suddenly, I can’t hold back. I need my mouth on hers.

My mouth crashes against hers in a hungry kiss. Gwen moans into my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair as she kisses me back with equal fervor. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I bring her to the sink and set her on the counter.

I stand between her open legs, kissing her, feeling her. My hands skate up her thighs, my fingers linking on to her panties and pulling them down to reveal the sweet pink pussy I’ve come to be obsessed with.

I trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin knowing it drives her wild.

Gwen throws her head back, closing her eyes in pleasure as I leave a path of wet, greedy kisses along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts.

“Say it again,” I demand, moving back up to her shoulder to pull the straps of her dress down. She pants, her anticipation palpable.

“Make me come,” she purrs, her breath coming in short gasps as I pull the dress down, exposing her stunning tits.

I groan loudly at the sight and the desperate tone of her voice. I was supposed to be teaching her a lesson, but I can’t even control myself when I’m around her. I don’t know how I thought I’d be able to hold out.

Without another word, my hand reaches to squeeze one of her breasts, my mouth moving to her other nipple as I bite and suck. Gwen’s moans spur me on. I rub my finger through her arousal before sticking one finger inside, watching as her body tenses around me.

She sits straighter, reaching for my belt. Her small hands fumble with the buckle, and I can tell that she’s trying really hard to concentrate on her task but failing with my finger pumping in and out of her.

The bathroom is nice, but it’s small and kind of stuffy. With our body heat and energy we’re giving off, the air in here is too warm for my liking. It’s not the most ideal place to fuck, but I’m not waiting any longer.

Gwen finally gets the buckle undone, undoing my button and then my zipper before shoving my jeans down my legs. She looks down to my erection which is now tenting my boxers.

I swear I see the heat and want in her eyes as she lets out a small moan. God she’s gorgeous like this. All naked and spread out on the sink like the good fucking girl she is.

Her hands reach for the waistband of my boxers, pushing them down over my hips. Her eyes take in my rock-hard cock before reaching for it and grasping it in her hands.

I let out a pained groan as her fingers brush against the tip, collecting the small drop of precum onto her thumb before licking it off.

Holy fucking shit. Jesus Christ, this girl.

She begins to pump harder, faster, and I pull my finger out of her wet pussy to grab her wrist.

Her ocean blue eyes look at me with confusion, and I hate myself for making her stop because it felt so good. But I don’t want her to make me come yet.

“I want to come inside of you,” I tell her in a low, husky tone. I push her back toward the mirror and pull her hips forward until her ass is practically hanging off of the counter. She bends her legs, holding them in the air above her giving me better access.

“I’m going to devour you,” I growl. Gwen whimpers in anticipation, watching my every move. My heart rate accelerates even more as I take in the sight of her spread legs, her pussy soaked with arousal.

“Please,” Gwen begs, threading her hands through my hair as I fall to my knees in front of her, the counter the perfect height for me to kneel and still reach her.

Before letting myself taste her, I decide to try something. Gwen is stubborn. She doesn’t like being told what to do, and she doesn’t listen. When she gets caught up on something, she will see to it that it’s done to her liking. She thrives on control, which is why she fights me at every turn.

But I have a feeling she’ll like this.

My gaze hardens. “Put your hands behind your back. Keep them there,” I demand. Gwen shoots me a wary look before doing as she’s told, and fucking hell, she looks perfect like this.

I look up at her from my spot beneath her, meeting her eyes, making her squirm. A tingle runs down my spine and stays in abdomen.

Christ, this girl is going to end me.

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