Page 41 of Hate Mates

The lattice of my abdomen contracted under the perusal of her attention, my cock preening, tall and proud, bobbed against my pelvis. Her gaze shifted to the stretch of lavender inking my forearms, another ode to us, to our love.

Anticipation had me shifting my weight from foot to foot, my toes curling in my socks.

With both knees and hands propped on the mattress and body arced forward, Sutton’s unsteady voice filtered through. “Like this?”

She jolted under the feel of my knuckles skimming her thighs. “Spread your legs wider, baby.” I reached for the claw clip holding her hair back, releasing her long locks.

Her bottom lip shook. “Don’t want to see my face?”

Narrowing my eyes, I snatched a fist full of her hair at the base of her neck, twisting tight enough to guide her but not hurt her. “I intend to see your face every day for the rest of my fucking life, pretty girl.”

I feathered my lips down each vertebra in her back, over each full globe of her ass, one hand snaking up to grab her ample breast, the other still seized in a fist at the base of her neck.

Sliding my nose crudely between her ass cheeks, her breathing hitching, until I was exactly where I wanted—and swiped my tongue along her hot slit, her moan drilling against her clenched teeth.

I stole the fight from her with my tongue, plowing forward, driving the muscle inside of her heat with a hungered fervor. Sutton’s arousal leaked on my face, her body giving into its instincts, thrusting back on me like the good girl she was.

Her cry of protest when I laved at her clit had my fist circling my throbbing cock with one hand, the other tugging her hair back. I wanted to see her gorgeous face and how pleasure highlighted her profile, how she looked when she was on that brink because seeing it in the bath wasn’t enough. I wanted a lifetime more of it.

I studied her body’s tells, listening for the shift in her breathing, taking my foot off the gas when I thought she was close, edging her until she was a whimpering, despondent, needy, wet mess.

“Let me come,” she pleaded.

“You wanna come?”

She nodded as much as my grip in her hair would permit. “Then tell me you love me.”

Her eyes distended, glossy with need, wild with fear.

“Tell me you love me, Sutton.” I sucked her clit between my teeth, groaning, the vibration rioting through her. She clapped a hand over her mouth, trapping the mewl. “Tell me you love me, and I’ll give you a good reason to scream.”

Anxiety seized her, and she shook her head.

I had her on her back in seconds, caging her body with mine. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t love you.”

I hit her with a wistful smile. “Is that what you’ve had to tell yourself for seven years, pretty girl? That you don’t love me so you can hate me instead?” I brushed my nose against hers. “How about I go first?” My cock bumped her clit, her lips quivering at the pressure. “I love you.”

Sutton whimpered, resisting. Tears gathered in her eyes, and she lolled her head right. “Now that won’t do, Sut.” I rolled my pelvis against her, her teeth gnashing in her mouth. “You gotta look at me. Go on.”

Please. Please look at me.

Liquid blue eyes peered up at me, tears adorning her lashes. “I-I…”

“Practice, baby.” Notching myself at her entrance, I leaned forward, slanting my lips over hers. “‘I love you,’” I coached, kissing her like my life depended on it, like she was the very air I needed to breathe.

My hips plunged forward, my body fucking singing as her tight cunt welcomed me back in a homecoming, fluttering all around me as I found a dizzying piston with my hips, not waiting for either one of us to acclimate because the need was too great, the hunger too distracting to think of much else.

Her fingers curled into the bed comforter, and I forced her right leg up, angling my hips just right until her breathy moan filled the air, her hips canting upward, chasing the surge of my strokes. I stared down at where we were conjoined, savoring the lewd image of her swollen, pink flesh pulling me in, squeezing relentlessly around me, begging for my load.

Covering my body with hers, careful not to crush her, I peppered her cheek with kisses, her chest quaking with a quiet sob, my lips working over hers, begging for access into her mouth. Her tongue contended for dominance with my own, meeting each lap. When the breakthrough finally came, when she released the comforter from her punishing grip and wound her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and her arms wreathed around my shoulders, I knew what she was telling me without so much as uttering a word.

I might have been her villain once, but I wasn’t anymore.

Without slipping out of her, I flipped us over, setting her legs astride. “Ride my cock, pretty girl,” I urged, staring up at the mystified glow ornamenting her expression as she looked down at where we were connected, lips parted, face flushed, chest dewy with sweat. “That’s it,” I encouraged as she rolled her hips forward, rose up on her knees, and bounced until I thought I was going to come first.

I slid a hand between us, my thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves, reveling in the harsh shift in her breathing as she teetered on the precipice, edging herself as she slowed, rocking her hips back and forth, swiveling into a slow grind before she was chasing her release. Sutton squeezed around me when her orgasm broke, her body folding forward, her mouth colliding with mine, her electric cry drilling into my open mouth.

I pursued after her, spilling inside of her, emptying every last drop I had, my groan breaking out into a chuckle because what the fuck, had that just happened?

She shuddered atop of me, her face burying into the crook of my neck, her warm breaths fanning my skin, heart charging against mine. I slid my fingers into her hair, turning my face into the crown of her head.

“Damien?”

“Hm?” I pressed my lips to the crown of her head.

“I love you, too.”

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