Page 79 of Hate To Love You

I could kill him for making her feel like she’s not good enough. I could kill anyone who has ever made her feel like she isn’t worthy. I would never make her feel like she isn’t the most important person on the planet. Because she is, to me.

As she lays below me, naked and spent, I can’t even remember a time that I didn’t know her. This thing with her feels natural, like it was always meant to be her and I, and I will do whatever it takes to prove that to her. To make her trust me.

Gwen’s blue eyes search my face and her lips purse.

“What?” I ask.

“You didn’t come,” she says with a gentle lilt in her voice. There’s a loud groan and it takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from me.

Before I can say anything, Gwen sits up and pushes my chest so I fall onto my back on the mattress. Her eyes are filled with need as she straddles me, kissing me like she’s desperate for my taste, and fuck, I know I am for her.

She bites my lower lip and begins to kiss down my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine. My cock twitches and I have to force myself to think of anything else before I come in my pants like a horny teenager.

“Take this off,” she pleads, gripping the hem of my t-shirt and shoving it up impatiently. I chuckle at her eagerness before sitting up slightly to pull the shirt over my head.

The smile on Gwen’s face is incredible. She doesn’t smile often I’ve noticed, at least, she hasn’t smiled much with me up until recently. But it always seemed distant and fake.

The smile I see in front of me right now is real, and I vow in this moment to continue making her smile just like this.

Gwen kisses me again before moving down to my neck and nipping my ear. She giggles and it’s the most enthralling sound I’ve ever heard.

She continues kissing down my chest, all the way to my navel before she licks a path back up and kisses me again.

Oh my holy hell. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. She’s driving me wild, and she knows it.

Her dainty hand moves down my torso, stopping at the waistband of my joggers. Then, she dips her hand inside, finding my hard length and stroking softly. I groan with pleasure at the feel of her warm hand moving over my erection.

My grip on her hips tightens as she finally moves under the thin fabric to grasp my dick, wiping the precum off the tip before stroking.

Gwen lets out a soft moan and I swear I’m going to explode.

She pulls her hand out before sitting up and moving to pull my pants and boxers down my legs, my erection springing free. Her eyes gloss over with admiration before lowering her head and licking me from root to tip. A hiss of air leaves my clenched teeth as the sensations roll through me.

I let her have her fun for a few more minutes before grabbing her head and pulling her away from me. I want to be inside her when I come.

Gwen’s bottom lip juts out in a pout, her eyes wide with concern.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” I chuckle, because she absolutely did nothing wrong. I shake my head.

“No, baby. You were doing everything right. That’s why I had to stop you immediately before I came from your mouth,” I tell her. She tilts her head a bit, looking even more confused. “I want to be inside you when I come, Rebel.”

I see the goosebumps raise on her arms before I feel them. Gwen’s breath quickens as I pull her up to my face. The feel of her wet pussy sliding against my cock as her tongue moves with mine makes me feral.

She positions herself over me before slowly sinking down, pulling a hiss from my throat. From this angle, I can see all of her, and I’m in awe.

Her eyes close as she tilts her back and her tits bounce as she begins to ride me.

“Yesss…” I rasp. Her pants and moans send a surge of pleasure through me.

Looking up at her, I savor the sight of her pussy, glistening and taking my cock so well.

“You’re unreal, Gwen,” I tell her through breaths, gripping her hips as she moves up and down. Her crystal-like eyes meet mine and a wide grin spreads across her face. “And you’re all,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “mine.”

“Oh my, Ryker, don't stop...right there...oh God!” Gwen chants, her breath coming in short gasps as her orgasm begins to build.

“Don’t come yet, baby,” I tell her.

She falls forward, her head finding the crook of my neck and her hands weaving through my hair. I reach for her ass, squeezing tightly, eliciting another loud moan.

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