Page 95 of Rinkmates

“Oh yeah?” he breathes. “Then say it again. Lie to my face once more.” His hands roam over my boobs. He squeezes them so hard it hurts, but it also feels so good. I hate it, but a sigh escapes me, and he knows just how much I want this.

“Say it again.”

“I hate you.”

He grips both of my hands with one, the other impatiently fumbles at my skirt. With a mischievous smile, he swiftly rips off my panties.

I gasp. “It’s the only lacy one I own.”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls, and I should hate the way he says it. This angry bark. The way he pins me down like I have nothing to say, that I should know he weighs way more than me. That he can do anything he wants, and I have no chance against him, but I don’t hate it. I love it.

His fingers bore into my pussy. “If you hate me, why is your pussy so wet for me?”

I don’t say anything and try with all I’ve got to stare back at him with the hate in my eyes I always tell him I have for him. He keeps one hand clasped above my head and moves the other down to grip my chin.

His hips press so hard against me that I cry out. “If you hate me, why do your eyes plead with me to kiss you? Why is your body arching against mine? Why is your pussy pressing into my hand, huh?”

I have no answer. None I could say out loud.

“You like me.” His lip crashes against mine again. Hard.

I bite his lip again. “You wish.”

His words ignite something deep inside me, and suddenly I’m kissing him back with equal fervor. Our tongues battle for dominance as he pushes me against the wall again and again. Moans and gasps fill the air around us as thighs grind against thighs, skin slides against skin. I reach down and touch him through the denim, eliciting a low groan from his throat.

I could feel his throbbing erection straining against his tight jeans, pulsating with need. I couldn’t resist teasing him, rubbing my hand over the bulge and feeling it grow harder under my touch. He leans in close, scraping his teeth along my neck. My desire is building as I eagerly unbutton his jeans. Suddenly, he pushes me back and I fall to my knees.

As I gaze up at him, his hands splayed against the wall above me, I can see the lust in his eyes as he whispers, “Don’t forget your promise.” He presses his rock-hard dick against my parted lips. “Next time you see it,” he breathes, “you’d kiss it.”

There’s a wetness between my legs, an otherworldly ache in my core growing with every passing second and I can’t wait anymore. My breath catches in my throat as I free his hard cock.

It springs forth, long and thick, and veined and pulsing with need.

The skin is a deep shade of rose, and when I fist it, I draw a finger over its head—a smooth, glistening dome. He throws his head back, moaning, and my finger gets draped in precum. The scent of his arousal fills my nose—musky and masculine, combining with the faint tang of soap from his shower earlier.It’s a heady aroma that makes me flush with desire. And shit. I can’t help but stare for a moment before leaning in. I press a long kiss on it, make sure I envelope it with my plush lips, and when he presses against it even harder, I gasp.

I raise my eyes to meet his intense stare. He looks at me as if he wants to consume me entirely. “Fuck, you look gorgeous,” he whispers.

I wrap my hand around his erection, never breaking our eye contact.

He grasps onto my hair with enough force to make me feel a slight twinge of pain. “Take it,” he commands, pulling my head toward his groin again.

“I only promised to kiss it,” I whisper, but I have to hold myself back to not kiss it again, to not swallow it whole.

That look on his face is killing me.

“Take. It. I. Said,” he says, frantic.

“Make me.”

“Fine but I’m going to be honest with you,” he says. “I’m not going to be gentle, so if you can’t handle rough, speak up and I’ll go.”

“I love it rough. Bring it on,” I say.

He grips my hair even harder and shoves his penis against my mouth until it breaks through my lips and down my throat. He pushes my head against his groin until we slam against the wall together. Tears sting my eyes, and I place my hands at his thighs, steadying myself. I take him fully into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his shaft as I bob forth and back.

“Fuck, just like that,” he says, guiding my head with his hands.

I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, spurred on by his praise.

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