Page 359 of Hate Mates

He pushes in a couple of inches, leaning his upper body even closer. “Why would you need to know that?”

I sigh loudly, my other foot moving up to hook around the back of his thigh, my hands moving to his lower back as I urge him in deeper. He flexes his hips just enough to give me a small taste, and then he stops. “Answer my fucking question, and I’ll give you what you want.”

I practically shriek in frustration, my hands releasing his back and hitting the sofa's cushions somewhat violently. “Because, obviously, I couldn’t proposition you if you were a disease-ridden lowlife.”

His glare intensifies, and I can tell from the furious expression on his face that he’s considering backing out. But his cock is still hard between my legs, so I rotate my hips, enjoying the slight slide of my pussy where he’s inside me.

He remains quiet, obviously having an internal war with himself, and so after a moment, I say, “This seems kind of irrelevant at this point, but if you’re that bothered by it, we can happily discuss it later. I’ll even apologize and grovel a little if it’ll help.”

He squints at me, his hips flexing as he slides another inch inside. “You’ll grovel, huh?”

“Sure,” I choke out. “Whatever you want.”

“How about you fucking beg. Right here, right now. Beg me to fuck you.”

The ridiculously stubborn part of me wants me to tell him to go fuck himself. But my throbbing pussy begs otherwise, and since I’ve never been this horny in my entire life, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let a little stubbornness stand between me and what will hopefully be the best dicking of my life.

My hands move back to his sides, sliding under his shirt, my fingernails digging into his skin. “Please.”

His eyes close as my nails dig deeper into his skin. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Use that big fucking dick for some good and make me come so hard I’m feeling it for days.”

His hands on my hips tighten, and without further provocation, he pulls me close as he pushes forward, driving himself into my cunt until his balls slap against my ass.

He immediately pulls back, his hands holding me steady as he shoves back in, only to immediately pull out and shove back in again. “I bet you’ve never had your guts rearranged like this. A dick so deep inside you, you can feel it in your fucking throat.”

I mean, he’s right, but I can’t let on, so I choke back a moan and retort, “Of course I have. I’ve been fucked so good so many times, good luck being memorable.”

“Oh, you little bitch,” he grits out. “If that’s how you wanna fucking play it, that’s how we’ll play it.”

Without warning, he leans forward, wrapping an arm beneath me and yanking me bodily off the sofa. I screech in surprise, having briefly forgotten that his size and overall athleticism would put him on a different level than most men.

He moves us to the side, pulling me off of his dick and depositing me face down on the floor. Before I can get my bearings or even attempt to scramble up onto my hands and knees, he’s grabbed the front of my shirt, yanking it until the front comes up over my head, stretching along my shoulders, trapping my arms inside. He quickly maneuvers my hands so that they’re behind my back, and my shirt has become a modified straight jacked. “What the fuck, Ren? What are you doing?”

I crane my head around to look at him, and he’s kneeling there with his sweatpants down around his knees, the expression on his face that of a triumphant warrior. I bristle even as that pang of desire expands inside me. He yanks his shirt over his head, and I’m faced with that broad expanse of muscled chest and defined abs, immediately lessening my annoyance because he might be an asshole, but he’s a pretty fucking asshole.

He shifts from one leg to the other as he removes his sweatpants, and then he’s kneeling there, completely nude, his hard cock still wet from my pussy. He falls forward, blanketing my body with his, his dick nudging between my legs. I push my ass back against him, silently begging him to put it inside me as his low chuckle reverberates against my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, any memory you’ve ever had of another man will be permanently erased from your psyche. Do you understand?” I nod, unsure of why he’s even asking me questions at this point, but then he adds, “The only word you need to remember right now isred. Do you understand?”

I frown and shake my head. “What?”

He leans down even closer, his nose rubbing against my ear, his lips against my earlobe. “Red, princess. If you want me to stop, you’ve gotta say red. Do you understand?”

Again, I frown, having some idea of what he’s talking about, but at the same time, feeling completely blinded by my own lust. He eases his weight off of me, and I look back as he hooks an arm beneath my hips and yanks me so I’m up on my knees with my ass in the air, legs spread wide. Then there’s a sharp sting as his hand connects with my ass cheek, and I yelp in surprise. His eyes meet mine, and he asks, “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head and whisper, “No. No, don’t stop.”

“Then don’t say red.”

He waits for a few beats until finally, I nod. “I got it. Red means stop. Please don’t stop.”

He straightens, resting a hand on each of my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. My back arches, and his eyes scan over me before finally focusing exactly where I want him, and he smiles ferally. “Look how fucking wet my pussy is. Just begging to be fucked.”

I sob in anticipation, on the very cusp of begging and pleading for him to give me what I want. But luckily, I almost immediately feel him there, the head of his dick pressing inside, slowly at first, teasing and torturing. “Please,” I plead, wishing I had the use of my hands to push myself back against him. “Please fuck me.”

He doesn’t say anything in response to my pleas, but he does shift back and then drive forward forcefully until he’s pushed deep inside me. I sob in pleasure, rotating my hips as much as I can, silently begging him to move.

And just when I’m about to beg and plead some more, he does exactly what I want, pulling back and driving back in, the slap of his balls against my clit punctuating each inward thrust. I lay there face down, almost getting off on my own helplessness as he pounds into me, the animalistic rut of his body driving me higher and higher while I moan and curse incoherently.

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