Page 250 of Hate Mates

I completely devour her and all the evidence of the fact that we’re back together. The physical proof that she loves me as much as I do her and has forgiven me for having to lie to her.

Her legs start shaking again, and I grip her ass tightly, helping hold her steady as she rides my face, racing toward another release.

She grinds her cunt down, the frantic desperation matching my own to see her unravel again.

I flick my tongue rapidly over her clit, and she clenches her pussy around my fingers as I thrust them in and out, curling and dragging and working her right back up until I can tell she’s primed and ready to blow again.

It doesn’t take long for her to do just that.

She gasps and stills, crying out, her cunt clasping as her release washes down my throat.

I drink down every last drop, laving her flesh, wishing I could make this last forever and ignore any world beyond that door.

One that still holds a lot of danger I never wanted her exposed to.

She finally unleashes her death grip on the keg and threads her fingers through my hair, pulling my face away from her cunt. “Stop, too sensitive…”

I chuckle low and lick my lips, her searing gaze meeting mine as she looks down at me.

So many things fill her caramel eyes.

Love.

Lust.

Longing.

Need.

I turn my head and gently kiss her inner thighs, making her twitch.

All the way up and down one, then the other.

Dragging my tongue across the goosebumps left in the wake of my lips.

I give one last lick at the dewy evidence of what just happened still spread across her cunt.

She twitches and tightens her grip on my hair, tugging on it—a sign that no matter how much I’d love to live between her legs, there’s a very real world waiting for us outside that door.

I reluctantly shift out from underneath her, then climb to my feet. My ribcage heaves with deep breaths as I savor the flavor of her still coating my tongue. I turn to face her and press my hard cock between her hot ass cheeks.

Em moans, dropping her forehead between her hands splayed across the keg.

I chuckle. “You’re coming home with me tonight.”

She nods but doesn’t manage to say anything before the door flies open.

Fuck!

Terror seizes my chest as I reach for the gun, but familiar, bright red hair stops my hand halfway there.

“Jesus Christ, Mom!”

Mom whips her head toward the bar, covering her eyes, then clears her throat. “Well, I guess this means you two are back together, huh?”

“Mom!”

You have got to be fucking kidding me…

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