Page 69 of Hate Notes

I really did want her to beg me. The only question was whether my own self control could hold long enough to win the battle of wills.

I kissed from her lips to her neck, taking her earlobe between my lips and sucking softly as I smiled. With my face still beside her ear, I lowered my voice to a whisper.

“Beg for it, Miss Hartwell. Tell me what you want, and you’ll have it.”

“Mmm,” she breathed, arching her back perfectly and pressing her naked body against me.

I wanted to feel her skin on my own. She was fumbling blindly at my buttons, tie, and belt, but making little progress. I helped her along, stripping out of my tie, shirt, slacks, and finally my underwear.

She instantly reached down and gripped my erection, her hand feeling impossibly small against the swollen size of it.

I groaned with weeks and weeks of pent up relief as she gripped tighter and began pumping her fist up and down. “Do you like that?” she breathed.

“Yes,” I admitted, hands still heavy on her own body but avoiding her pussy out of a sheer stubborn desire to hear her ask. I wanted to hear the words on her lips, to know how she would turn the phrase. Would she simply say she needed my touch? Would she tell me she wanted my fingers in her pussy? Would she ask for my cock, begging me to fill her until it hurt?

I groaned as the pace of her pumping hand increased. She pulled me closer, angling my cock toward her body as if she was trying to press it between her legs for the friction.

I inched back. “I want to…” I paused, gritting my teeth against the mounting wall of pleasure threatening to blind me to all reason and sense. “I want to hear you ask for it.”

“What if I just make you come in my hands?” she asked, breathing hard as she reached down her other hand and gripped me with both, pumping up and down my shaft. She lowered her head over me and spit on the head of my cock, spreading the slick warmth of her saliva over me and increasing the intensity of the pleasure.

“Fuck,” I growled, slapping one palm to the wall above her head as I leaned forward. I didn’t want to come yet. I didn’t want to spend my arousal so easily and so wastefully. I wanted to be inside her.

I saw Ember’s playful grin in the darkness. I watched the shape of her heavy breasts shaking with the force of her movements as she fucked my cock with her hands, spitting on the tip again to increase the lubrication.

I planted my other palm on the wall, leaning forward and watching with awe as she lowered herself to her knees and pumped. She brought her mouth toward the tip of my cock, angling me and staring up into my eyes as her lips parted.

I watched her bring her tongue toward the head of my cock and then pause just before contact. She stopped moving her hands and looked up, hands still draped over my length. “Maybe you should show me what begging sounds like, Mr. Foster. I might be able to do it better if I had an example to work with.”

This. Fucking. Woman.

Despite myself, a smile formed on my lips. “I want to feel your tongue on my cock, Ember.”

“Hmm,” she said, licking her lips and lowering her eyes to my girth. “You’re right. It is kind of hot to hear you say it like that. Maybe you could give me a more extreme example, though? I feel like that was just asking nicely, not begging.”

I gritted my teeth. A minute ago, I was almost certain I could win the battle of wills. Now? I didn’t see why it mattered. So what if a few words were all that I needed to finally feel that perfect mouth of hers wrapped around my cock?

“I need you to suck my cock, Ember. I want to feel the heat of your mouth on me. I want your tongue. I want to look at you when you sit at your desk and know what I’ve done with that defiant mouth of yours.”

She bit her lip, raised her eyes to meet mine, and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered before opening her mouth and taking me inside her lips.

I let my head fall back as the silky warmth of her tongue met the sensitive tip of my cock. She closed her lips around me, pulling her head back and forth as her tongue began to swirl, flicking and circling me until every muscle in my body was tensed.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. “That’s good. That’s so good.” I pulled her by the back of her head, urging myself deeper in her mouth as I began to pump my hips. She gripped me with both hands, bobbing up and down.

“Enough,” I said, stepping back suddenly for fear that I was about to fill her mouth with come. But Ember crawled forward, one hand gripping my ass as she pulled me back toward her mouth.

I was too shocked to react as she sucked harder and moved faster, moaning so I could feel the vibration of her voice throughmy shaft. I fell forward, catching myself on the wall as my balls tightened and an orgasm ripped through me like a goddamn nuclear bomb.

My cock pulsed against her lips again and again but she made no sign of slowing or stopping, even when the sensitivity became almost too much.

She sucked me dry, finishing with one long, teasing lick from base to tip and a playful kiss. I watched her swallow and then run a thumb across her lip before licking it dry without her eyes ever leaving mine.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I was suddenly struck by the fear that I was in over my head. I wasn’t ready for this woman. I wasn’t ready to taste this and then pretend it hadn’t meant anything.

“How was that?” she asked as she stood.

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