Page 7 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

A warm, smooth, wet caress licked her slit, zeroing in on her clitoris. Her hips pumped uncontrollably as tiny shockwaves of pleasure coursed through her.

"Oh, God." She grabbed onto his hair and held him against her pussy.

That was way better than his cock rubbing against her. His tongue was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Even her fingers from working in the kitchen weren't that soft when she touched herself.

"Zane." She closed her eyes.

Warmth flushed through her whole body as if the sun had come out. She flashed between screaming inside for him to lick her more and shock that having his face in her vagina was not freaking her out but turning her on.

His hands gripped her legs tighter, keeping her from moving. Under the control of his mouth, she clutched the bedspread in her hands and rode the waves of pleasure consuming her.

"Oh. Oh." A moan ripped from her throat.

Her orgasm held her hostage. All the strength left her legs, and Zane moved her like a doll he could pose.

He got up on his knees, grabbed her hands, and pulled her into a sitting position in front of him. "Push your tits together."

She cupped her breasts, but it was his hand wrapped around the base of his cock that tossed her out of the euphoric high and grabbed her attention.

A drop of cum dotted the head of his cock. She leaned forward, drawn to the sight of him. His forearm bulged with the grip he had on himself. The size of his cock throbbed in front of her, rock hard and intimidating.

He moved closer, rubbing the liquid seeping from him between her breasts and sliding his hardness between the mounds she'd created with her hands.

Though her body was warm and flushed, his cock was hot against her, sliding through her cleavage. She lowered her chin to her chest, not wanting to miss a single second.

"Does this feel good to you?" she asked.

"You feel good to me." He removed his hand from his body and cupped her breasts, pushing them together.

She put her hands on his hips, holding on to him as he thrust into the plush crevasse. The head of his cock stabbed her in the chest before pulling back and then sliding forward again.

Her lips parted with each breath, understanding what he was doing. He fucked her breasts like he fucked her pussy.

Instead of her wetness coating the way, he'd used his arousal to lubricate her skin. He slipped between her breasts, leaving a blazing path.

She stared into his face, hardened in concentration, highly focused on her breasts. She could see why men feared him in Gem Haven.

But she knew him. She would never be afraid of him.

She fell in love with that dedication and fierceness many years ago.

He thrust. The head of his cock pushed past her breasts and erupted at the base of her neck.

Zane inhaled deeply and then pulled back, letting go of her breasts. They fell back into their natural position, and a chill swept over her.

He picked up her tank from the floor and handed it to her. She wiped her neck and breasts clean.

"Will you stay?" she asked.

Zane fastened his jeans. She slid off the bed, wanting to keep him here. It was his house. He should stay. If not with her, then in his bed down the hall.

He walked to the door. A lump of emotions swelled in her throat. He was going to walk out again.

"Please, Zane."

He stopped. A year after he moved her into his house, he kept trying to push her away while giving her anything she wanted as long as he wasn't required to spend more than stolen minutes with her.

He treated her like someone he cherished, wanting to ensure she had everything she needed. Yet, he harbored such coldness, ensuring she couldn't have all of him.

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