Page 249 of Hate Mates

Ruthlessly.

Relentlessly.

The way we both need it.

Sliding my free hand across her stomach and between her legs, I find her clit and roll my fingers against it the way I know she loves.

A frustrated whimper falls from her lips and rumbles against my palm.

I take that bundle of nerves between my thumb and forefinger and pinch.

Emilia gasps, and I tighten my hold on her throat as her orgasm slams into her. Her entire body goes rigid before she spasms and undulates against me. My cock throbs as her pussy clasps and grips at me desperately until it finally draws out my own release.

I come deep inside her.

Pushing once.

Twice.

Three more times until I’m finally done.

She starts to sag forward, but I pull my hand from between her legs and slide it over her stomach, keeping her upright with my dual grip.

Her body continues to twitch as she gasps for each breath against my hand. I kiss her ear, then slowly suck the lobe between my teeth and bite down.

“Fucking hell, Trouble…can you stand without my help?”

She nods against my hold. “Y-yes. Why?”

I release her and retreat, groaning as my cock slides from inside her pussy.

Her head whips to the side, and she peers over her shoulder at me in question. Before she can say another word, I tug up my jeans as I sink down to my knees behind her.

Heat flares in her gaze as I turn and drop onto my ass, shifting back against where her jeans still stretch between her ankles.

“You better hold on tight, Trouble. I told you I was desperate to taste your cunt, and I’m not waiting any longer.”

I lift my head between her spread legs and latch onto her without preamble.

The salty taste of my release mixing with her sweet, musky one makes my hard cock ache even though I just came.

Fuck. I love this woman.

She issues a slow, long moan and rocks forward against the keg. It rattles but keeps her upright as I slide my left hand up to grip her ass and hold her in place. I glide the other up her inner thigh to slip two fingers inside her soaked cunt.

Em groans as my fingers find that spot deep inside her and curl.

Right.

There.

Her body already starts to tense with my ministrations, and I lick at every inch of her, then over her engorged clit.

She bucks, grinding down against my face. “God, Will…”

“That’s it, baby.” I groan against her wet flesh, wishing I could drown in her like this forever. “Take it. Take whatever you need.”

Each roll of her hips drives her harder against my probing tongue and seeking mouth.

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