Page 75 of Hate Game

I talk my steel rod down. If I can help it, there will be no premature anything. I want this night to last a lifetime.

I press my mouth to Rue’s and inhale her scent. She smells sweet, like honey and vanilla. I move my mouth on hers from side to side. Her lips are soft and full. I tug on her fuller upper lip with my teeth and suck the fullness into my mouth.

She whimpers. I slide my thigh between her sweet spot. Rue wraps her arms around my neck and grinds on my leg.

“More, Malice.”

I place my finger to her mouth. “Suck, baby.”

She opens her mouth, and I slip my finger inside. She sucks. In. Out. Her mouth is wet, tight. My finger is thick. I picture my hard, thick rod sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my knees weaken. A groan slips from me.

“Fuck. Fuck, baby.”

Rue grabs ahold of my hand and sucks on my finger like how I want her to suck on my cock. She wraps her small hands around my beefy wrist and moves her head up and down my finger. I slip another finger inside her mouth.

My hand goes low. I cup her sex. Rue is so wet, her pussy juices soak through her PJ bottoms. I slip my hand down her pants. My fingers graze bare skin. A thrill goes through me. It’s electric, bringing every nerve in my body to attention.

“You’re not wearing underwear.” I pinch her swollen nub. She sucks in a breath. I circle the pad of my thumb over the slippery knot. She moans and grinds on my hand.

“I need you, Malice.” Rue yanks on my hair, brings me down to her, and crushes her mouth over mine.

She is wanton. Rue is crazy with need. She fumbles with the button and zipper on my jeans. I help her and drop my pants until they pool at my ankles.

Rue lowers to her knees. Uh-uh. I stop her from kneeling in front of me with my fingers trenched in her hair. This moment is all about her.

“Let me get you off, babe.”

Thank fuck she nods. Otherwise, I would finger fuck her until she came before she begged me to eat her out.

I tongue the corner of her mouth and kiss her from one corner to the other. She’s done with the small pecks. Her mouth devours mine. The kiss is like my first taste of my father’s finest whiskey. Smooth on my tongue. Warm in my mouth. Heat low in my belly as the liquid slides down smooth and warm in my throat.

I can’t get enough of her mouth on mine. I tilt her head and deepen our kiss. She whimpers, moans, and tugs me fully against her lower half with her palms on my ass cheeks through my boxers.

This girl drives me crazy with how much she wants me. My heartbeat thuds against my rib cage. My blood courses through my veins. I want to fill her full in one stroke, but I have to taste her first.

I break off the kiss and give her a fair warning. “I’m going to make you come on my face before your pussy milks my cock for everything it’s worth, baby.”

“Do your worst, Malice.” She strips off her bottoms.

I groan. She is killing me softly. I get down on my knees, and cupping her ass cheeks, I press my face to her pussy. She guides me with her fingers in my hair. I lap up her flavor. She tastes good. I tongue her clit and lick up and down her slit. Her shudder hits me deep in my core. Fuck, that’s hot. I’ll never tire of her body’s reaction to me.

I lather attention on the inside of her left thigh with my mouth and my tongue. Her fingers dig into my scalp. I move my mouth next to the tattoo on her inner right thigh. Rue’s homage to us.

Damn it, she inked herself at sixteen. The age doesn’t matter to me. It’s the fact that she let a guy near her hot spot.

Only my face should be near her pussy. I lick and drop kisses on the gray and red outlines of her tattoos. Her thighs tremble. I move from the angel and devil tattoo in the shape of a heart and bury my face in her heat. Her pussy weeps. I worship her pussy until she comes on my face with a soft sigh. Her flavor and juices coat my tongue. I glance up. She looks down. There is awe on her face. She brings her hand to my mouth and swipes her fingers over my lips. Rue licks her juices off her fingers and my dick grows thicker and harder.

I rise and give her a better taste of her flavor. My mouth crashes over hers. Our tongues tangle.

Never have I given another girl oral. Rue was and is it for me. After having a taste again, I’ll only want her flavor and muskiness.

We slow the kiss. Deepen it. I chuck my boxers and reach for the condom wrapper she’s hidden inside her bra. After gloving up, I lift Rue and seat her on my cock inch by thick inch.

With every inch, I check on her. Any sign of discomfort from my girl, and I’ll stop.

“More,” she murmurs into my mouth.

I fill her to the hilt with a final thrust. My dick in her tight pussy feels so fucking good; I see stars in the back of my eyes as I close them. She sets her forehead on mine. There’s a light caress between our bodies. I open my eyes and look down. Rue strokes the skin above my cock.

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