Page 211 of Hate Mates

As I take in her petite, sexy figure, I have to keep reminding myself of the job and who she is. Not to mention the thirteen-year age gap between us. Yet all of that seems to slip my mind when I watch her using her powers of manipulation on another unsuspecting young man.

Every night out is the same. She’s by herself, she goes to the club wearing her sexiest dress, looking fucking gorgeous, and she picks her target. She seduces the boy easily, getting him to buy drinks for her all night, so she doesn’t spend a penny.

Then, when the night is drawing to a close, she pulls the guy into the alleyway at the back of the club, where nobody else can see. After almost a month of watching her do this, I’ve found the perfect spot in the shadows where I can watch.

It starts with a frantic kiss, and she even lets him pin her against the wall, giving him the illusion that he’s in control. I ignore the way my anger flares at the thought of this pathetic boy kissing her. He looks to be all teeth and tongue.

Sophia quickly takes charge, the way she always does, and I watch as she pushes him to his knees. Without hesitating, she pulls the hem of her dress up and hooks her knickers to the side, then she slides her fingers into his long, blond hair. She uses her grip to move his head exactly where she wants him.

He seems hesitant at first, and the urge to pull my gun out and shoot him for being a let-down to men everywhere grows by the second. With far less enthusiasm than a goddess like herdeserves, the stupid fucker on his knees sticks out his tongue and starts licking her cunt.

After a few small, lazy licks, Sophia loses patience, and she pulls his head into her pussy, tilting her hips at the same time, giving him some much needed direction.

Clearly, it works, as her face not only seems to soften as she relaxes, it flushes too, showing off the freckles across her nose. After a few minutes, her chest begins to rise and fall, and I’m almost fucking hypnotised, watching her tits as she closes her eyes, getting lost in the moment.

When it becomes clear that he’s not going to get her off like this, Sophia licks her fingers before moving them down to her clit. The idiot on his knees looks up at her.

“Should I?” He nods his head towards her hand, asking whether he should touch her instead of her having to do it herself.

Fucking inexperienced prick, he doesn’t know how lucky he is right now.Of course, he should touch her. He should be desperate to get her off, to watch her fall apart just for him.

Sophia shakes her head. “No. Why don’t you stroke yourself? I want to see how much you’re enjoying licking my pussy.”

I almost groan at her words, and my cock throbs painfully against my trousers. I want to squeeze myself, to get some relief, but I know if I do, I won’t be able to stop.

I watch in amazement as Sophia brings herself to the edge with her fingers on her clit. She directs his mouth occasionally, but after a while, she lets go of his hair completely, no doubt having given up trying to teach him.

He’s still licking her randomly, but he seems to be too lost in stroking his own cock. He’s barely wanked himself a few times before he’s nearing his release. “I’m close,” he tells her. “Are you?”

I shake my head in disgust. He shouldn’t have to ask, he should be able to feel how close she is on his tongue.

Sophia nods her head before throwing it back to rest against the brick wall behind her. “Fuck, yes,” she moans, as she rubs her clit harder and faster, his licks long forgotten.

He tries to taste her a couple more times, but her hand is in the way, too busy chasing the release that’s almost upon her. When her orgasm hits, it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

Her mouth falls open as a loud moan slips out. She moves the hand that was in his hair to her nipple, squeezing it through the fabric of her dress as she rocks her hips against her other hand.

The wanker between her legs shoots his load at the same time, spraying cum all over his hand, the leg of his jeans, and the concrete ground. He tries to get another lick of her pussy, but she pushes him away—too little, too late.

She steps to the side, pulling her clothes back into place before straightening her appearance as best she can. She looks more relaxed than before, with a slight flush to her cheeks and chest. She’s breathing a little harder too, and I can’t stop watching the rise and fall of her tits.

When he sees her putting her clothes back into place, the idiot on his knees scrambles up, his floppy dick still hanging out. “I know I just came, but I’ll be hard enough to fuck you in a minute.”

I bite back a laugh, as we both know he won’t be, and the look on Sophia’s face suggests she knows it too. “That’s okay. This was fun.”

How does he not hear the insincerity in her voice?

She doesn’t wait for him to say anything more before she turns and walks out of the alleyway. He calls after her, his gaze frantically flicking between his floppy cock and her retreating form.

“Can I see you again? I’d really like to fuck you. Please.”

I shake my head at the desperation in his tone, but then I catch the smile on Sophia’s face when she hears him begging. She doesn’t respond, she just keeps walking, leaving him standing there, holding his dick.

That sexy smile haunts my dreams. It’s clear Sophia Kincaid is a massive cocktease, and I can’t wait to turn the tables on her.

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Sophia

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