Page 246 of Hate Mates

Reaching down, I lift her onto the keg, and she spreads her legs for me, allowing me to slip between them and press my hard length against her core.

A little groan falls from her lips, and she tunnels her hands in my hair, tugging at the strands almost frantically. That familiar little bite of pain makes pre-cum leak from the head of my cock, and it aches almost painfully.

“Fuck, woman, I’ve missed the feel of your hands on me.”

Emilia whimpers, kissing me, then dropping her hands to tug at the button on my jeans frantically.

Thank fuck we’re on the same page again.

The stormy seas that have been my life for the past year and a half are finally starting to clear.

And all I see is the light.

All I see isEmilia.

Emilia

The wild shaking of my fingers makes getting him naked far too difficult. It can’t come fast enough. I need to feel his hot skin against mine, his cock filling me again and completing me in the way only he ever can.

His tongue glides along the seam of my lips, and I open for him, allowing it to sweep over mine, giving me a taste of the sweet and spicy bourbon he must have just downed and the passion he has always held for me.

It feels like a thousand years since he’s touched me like this. Since his little groans of pleasure and approval have rumbled from his chest against mine.

And I can’t wait another second to have all of him.

I manage to undo the button on his jeans, but the zipper sticks as I try to draw it down.

A frustrated growl falls from my mouth into his, and he chuckles, then kisses me harder, more urgently, shifting his hand from my hip to assist in freeing him. He pulls his gun out from his waistband with the other and sets it on the stack of boxes beside us, within reach, should we need it.

The metal tines finally give way, and my hand finds his thick cock.

Fuck, I’ve missed this.

Missed him.

He groans into my mouth, his hips rolling forward to push his length against my palm as I stroke him. My body is as primed and ready as his, trembling and aching. To be back in this man’sarms again. To feel his touch. To absorb his kiss. To know all of it was real and that everything I thought I knew about Will Pikewastrue.

A sense of euphoria I haven’t felt since the last time Will kissed me like this washes over me, mixing with the frantic need coursing through my system that’s bordering on unbearable.

Things have always been combustible between us.

But this feels like so much more.

Like jet fuel being thrown on an already raging conflagration.

My skin burns with the need to feel his calloused toucheverywhere.

He tears his mouth from mine, and I whimper my objection.

Will kisses his way to my ear, one hand against the back of my head, holding me in place as the other digs into my hip. “I want nothing more than to drop to my knees to eat your cunt and taste you again, but I need to be inside you more right now…”

God, yes.

That.

I tighten my grip on his length, stroking him faster, harder, more desperately. My pussy throbs and clenches in anticipation, and I glide my thumb across the leaking pre-cum, spreading it over the thick head of his cock that always catches in that perfect spot deep inside me.

He pulls back and helps me slide down until my feet hit the floor, then reaches for the waistband of my jeans and tugs them down, taking my thong with them, in one swift motion. Turning me to face the keg, he pushes on my shoulder blades, forcing me to place my palms flat against the top of it and offer my bare ass to him.

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