Page 358 of Hate Mates

What a fucking bastard.

Now, I’m neither stupid nor naïve, so I know full well as I press my aching pussy against his face that all I’ve done is allow him to bait me.

But I’m so fucking sick and tired of short-sighted and closed-minded men making assumptions and trying to dictate how I should act. He wants to shove me down into some princess stereotype, wants to lump me in as some frigid socialite bitch who only shows great emotion for designer labels and expensive trinkets.

Well, he’ll certainly have a more difficult time running his fucking mouth when it’s full of my pussy.

A deeply stubborn part of me wants to give him a good taste and tell him he gets the full meal after he agrees to my terms. But that feral, unhinged part of me wants to fuck him into submission. I want to prove to him I can give as good as I get, that I get just as much of a thrill in taking out all of my frustrations on his dick as he gets from giving me the hate fuck of my life.

After a brief pause, he lifts his head, pushing up into the downward press of my pussy against his mouth. I grind against his open mouth, gasping as his tongue rubs against me through the fabric of my pants. My head falls backward, and a breathless whimper catches in my throat as he eats at me with great enthusiasm. My head rolls forward, my eyes meeting his, the thrum of desire increasing at the dark glint of anger and passion I see on his face.

“That’s right.” I say breathlessly, wanting him to stay pissed off, yearning for him to use his body to quite literally pound me into submission. “You’re even hotter like this. Helpless, unable to say anything stupid with a mouth full of pussy.”

I laugh, a breathless moan laced with humor, but then, I’m tumbling backward as he uses my distraction against me. He grabs my hips with his hands, using his own brute strength to surge upward and topple me backward onto the sofa. He gets up onto his knees between my spread legs, his hands immediately gripping the waistband of my pants and yanking them down my hips. “Let's see how much you can run your fucking mouth when you’re coming all over my face.”

“I bet you’re all fucking talk,” I retort, my body quivering with anticipation as he strips me of my pants and then pushes my knees back, spreading me wide open for him. He stares between my legs, and I have to ignore my urge to attempt to hide myself, knowing I can’t back down now.

He glances up at my face, adjusts his stance and moves one hand so he’s spreading me open with his fingers. His head lowers, his tongue flicking my clit lightly., and I buck my hips up, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling him closer. “Stop teasing me and fucking eat me.”

He presses his open mouth against me, the low growl that falls from his lips sending a vibration up my spine, and I don’t even try to temper the loud moan that echoes through the room.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine as he asks, “Are you a virgin?”

“Fuck you.”

He gives me a devilish grin and lowers his head, his lips and tongue attacking my clit right as he shoves two fingers inside me, earning a startled gasp. He twists his fingers, stroking and teasing, wetting them with a mixture of our fluids before shoving in deep. He moves his other hand from where he was spreading my pussy for him, sliding it back along my pubic bone, pulling the skin taut as he pushes on my lower stomach. Using his lips and his tongue, he shakes his head, the press of his fingers inside me driving me wild. I yank on his hair, urging him even closer, demanding he doesn’t stop, that he pushes me over that edge into bliss. “Oh, fuck. Oh, god. Don’t stop. Just like that.”

The push of his fingers inside me becomes more rapid, and I hear how wet my pussy is with each sharp, inward thrust. I fall off the edge with a curse, nothing but incoherent sounds, grunts, and moans, my hands still yanking at his hair as I buck upward, rubbing my throbbing pussy against his face shamelessly.

My body is still twitching when he pulls his fingers from my pussy, lifting his head and moving closer so he’s leaning directly over me as he shoves his wet fingers into my mouth. “You taste that? You taste how fucking hot you are for me?”

I push down my first thought to pull away, instead lifting my head from my awkward position and sucking his fingers in deep. His eyes widen, his glistening lips smiling as he pulls his now-clean fingers from my mouth and then presses his smiling, glistening lips against mine.

Our lips tangle, my hands still in his hair, yanking him closer as he kisses me savagely. His lips are firm on mine, and then his tongue laps at me, seeking entrance, which I allow immediately. While his fingers tasted more of my own release, his lips andtongue hold a hot mix of animalistic need and the dark war to possess or be possessed.

He pulls back slightly, his breath hot against my mouth as he whispers, “You’re dying for my cock, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you so bad.”

I snort, leaning forward and biting his lip roughly until he rears back and glares at me. And then I say, “Don’t start with your flowery shit now.”

He shakes his head, that slight smile on his lips turning menacing. “You know you don’t have to continue to prove to me what a bitch you are.”

I laugh, releasing his hair and pushing him back so I can sit up. He shifts backward, kneeling on the floor with his hands braced on the sofa on either side of me, and my hands move to the tie on his sweatpants. “Yes, I fucking do. Wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression that I might like anything more about you other than your dick.”

I yank the waistband of his sweatpants down, gripping his erection with both hands, a thrill going through me at his sharp intake of breath. He opens his mouth to speak, and I tighten my grip, earning a low moan that sends a throb of need right to my pussy. I move my feet to the floor, sliding so my ass is hanging off the couch cushions as I attempt to lead him with my hands still gripping his cock. When he doesn’t come as willingly as I thought he would, my eyes move back to his, and his expression is pained as he says, “I don’t think I have any condoms here.”

“Good thing we don’t need them,” I reply hurriedly, my hands once again urging him forward.

He braces his hands more firmly on the edge of the sofa, preventing me from pulling him closer. “Are you sure?”

I groan in frustration, leaning back on one elbow as I lift a foot from the floor and hook it on the back of his thigh. “You’re clean. We’re good.”

First, he starts to close the distance between us, but then he freezes, his eyes narrowing. “That’s a big assumption for someone who constantly insinuates I’m a fucking manwhore.”

“Even if you were before,” I reply breathlessly, rocking my hips in an invitation for him to stick his dick in me. “Your recent tests were good, so let's get on with it.”

He moves both his hands to my hips, holding me steady as he presses the tip of his cock against my wet opening. But then he stops, his furious eyes boring into mine as he asks, “You got a look at my test results?”

I grunt, not bothering to reply, annoyed that I was stupid enough to mention it. But that’s what being horny does to you. It makes you stupid.

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