Page 56 of Please Hate Me

God, I was excited to see him touch her. I wanted to hear her scream his name, to see the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his dick. That thought alone was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I wasn’t going to cum that quick. I grabbed her thigh and looked her in the eyes.

“I ain’t done. If you cum before I say you can, we’re going until you can’t walk,” I warned.

Her gaze focused on mine as a half-smile tugged at her lips. There was a challenge in her expression as she rode me faster than before. Her swollen breasts bounced with each movement, and I reached up to massage the sensitive flesh as she shuddered into an orgasm.

Her eyes crossed slightly, and her screams were deafening. The muscles in her pussy grew even tighter, making it nearly impossible for me to resist giving in to my own pleasure.

I stopped moving for a moment and placed my hands on her back to keep her steady as she started winding down. She was shaking, so I was extra gentle with her. I took my time laying her on the mattress and pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. She was still panting as I fell to my knees in front of her, like a disciple to his goddess. Mason tried to sit, but I pushed her back down.

“What are you doing?” she gasped as I parted her legs.

“Sweetpea, I told you I wasn’t done,” I growled. “If you want to cum so bad, I’m going tomakeyou cum.”

“W-wait.”

Her plea fell on deaf ears as I buried my face in her cunt. She smelled sweet and tasted sweeter.

My tongue circled around her clit, and she jerked before weaving her fingers into my hair. Her breathing quickened, and any protests she had were quickly silenced by gasps and shrieks.

Her back arched, and she tugged on my hair.

“Fuck,” she choked.

I picked up the pace, sucking her clit between my lips and flicking my tongue against it. Mason tried to squirm away, but I sunk my fingers into her hips and pulled her closer. I liked knowing I was too strong for her to get away. I’d never force her into something she didn’t want, but the idea that she was completely at my mercy gave me an ego boost I didn’t know I needed.

Her legs wrapped around my head, and her thighs drowned out any sound the outside world could make. All I could hear was the racing of my own heart. She was arching into me, and I was fairly certain that meant she was about to cum again.

I examined her face. There was a daze in her eyes, she was sweaty, and her hair was a mess. It looked like she was struggling to catch her breath.

“You alright, Sweetpea?”

She gulped air and nodded.

“Why did you stop?”

A sly smirk twisted at my lips, and I took a breath to steady myself.

“I told you; we’re going until you can’t walk… But I didn’t say I’d be giving you anything you wanted.”

Her disparate eyes met mine, and she pulled her lower lip through her teeth.

“Please?”

Mason batted her lashes as she focused on me. How the fuck was I ever supposed to tell this girl no when she looked likethat?

I swallowed hard before grabbing a pillow off the top of the bed, placing it under her hips so I could have a better angle to fuck her silly. Once she was settled, I pulled her close and put her heels on my shoulders.

“I ain’t going slow,” I warned, then felt a tinge of guilt. “But if it’s too much… you can tell me to stop.”

There was a sparkle in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. It was like I had hung the stars for her, and honestly? If I could’ve, I would’ve.

When I finished with her, Mason was a beautiful, trembling mess, and her knees didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell ofholding her up. But, seeing as she was covered in sweat and semen, a shower wasn’t optional. I was just glad Lucian and Sophia were both asleep. That meant there was no one around to judge me for carrying Mason into the bathroom bridal style.

Sophia didn’t like being picked up, and Lucian liked being in charge. That meant I never got to care for either of them how I wanted, but Mason seemed more than willing to be looked after. That, or I’d fucked her so hard that she couldn’t think straight enough to argue. Both were definitely possible.

I rested her on the edge of the tub as I fiddled with the shower knobs.

“I went pretty hard on you. How’re ya feelin’?” I asked, pulling on the tap diverter. Drops of steamy water echoed off the porcelain. My muscles began to relax as heat filled the air.

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