Page 92 of Hate Game

“I would never refuse you.” I cup her jaw in my palm, press my mouth to hers, and confess my deepest desire. “Since seeing you in this dress, all I’ve thought about is slipping my hand under and copping a feel.” I grasp the hem of her pretty blue dress before twirling pieces of her hair between my fingers.

Her hair is black as night against the blue, and her eyes are dark chocolate. Dark chocolate is my favorite chocolate flavor.

I let go of her hair and skim the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, and then the top one. And those luscious lips? They are red and ripe like sweet cherries bursting with blood-red juices.

“Beautiful. Sexy.” Rue Lee is my wet dream come true, and I intend to worship her body from head to toe.

With my fingers on her chin, I tilt her head to the side and skim my nose down the elegant column of her neck. I inhale her sweet scent and trail kisses on her flesh.

Her small fingers splay over my thighs, and her nails dig into my skin through my jeans. A groan slips from me as though she did touch my flesh. A thrill passes through me when she runs her fingers up and down the outline of my erect beast.

“Rue. Fuck.”

I clamp my mouth down over the spot above her collarbone and suck and suck. I taste her flesh. Salty. I lick and lap up her flavor. I twirl my tongue and suck and scrape my teeth over her skin. I can’t get enough of her warm, salty flesh. She grinds on my boner. I slide her over my boner with my hands on her hips. She goes faster, riding me as she hangs on to the back of the seats with her fingers.

Enough. I need to be inside her. But I want to see her break apart on my fingers first. I slide my hand under her dress and tug her underwear to the side. Her arousal soaks the cotton. I slip one finger inside. Her head tips back. Her mouth parts. Rue is stunning. A fallen angel with her onyx hair, eyes hooded, and my mark on her neck.

I slip another finger inside her heat. She goes up and down on my fingers. Her hands move from the back of the seats to my shoulders.

“I’m close, Malice. So close.” She tips her head forward. She’s so turned on that her eyes literally glow while her luscious lips beckon me to fuck her with my mouth.

I pump in and out of her. Three fingers deep, I claim her mouth with mine. She fucks me with her tongue, her tongue stroking along mine. She fucks me with her pussy, her tight, wet pussy going up and down on my fingers.

“Fuck.Fuck.” I’m panting. Sweating balls. It’s fucking hot in the truck, and I fucking love it. The scent of her arousal is strong. The beads of sweat along her hairline are sexy as all get out.

She sweats for me. She’s moaning. Her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt. Rue is crazy with desire, her eyes hooded and her mouth forming a fuckingOas she comes on my fingers.

Her body slumps onto mine, but she’s not done with me. Jesus H. Christ, Rue isn’t finished with me. Her dainty fingers fumble with the button and the zipper of my pants. She tugs the zipper down. We glance down.

The head of my cock pokes over the waistband of my boxers. She touches the velvety head. My cock twitches. She places her fingers in her mouth, pulls them out, and slides the saliva-covered digits over the head.

Her touch is soft. The glean of her saliva on my dick coils heat in my groin.

“Condom?” she asks, her sight not leaving my big cock.

“Back pocket, baby.”

She helps me tug my jeans down until they pool at my shoes. Rue slides off her underwear. I take them from her and shove them deep inside my pants pocket.

“I’ll need those.”

“You’ll have to work for it.”

“What’s that mean?” She moves her hips over my groin and slicks my cock with her juices.

I groan, and she moves faster over my cock. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck. I’m not inside her yet, but I’m ready to come from how good her folds feel sliding over my rod.

“Come on my face. Come on my fingers. Come on my cock. Do all three, and you can have them back, Rue.”

Eyes on me, she rolls the condom on my hard as steel rod and lowers her pussy onto my cock. One inch. Two inches. More. Fucking more.

“More, Rue.” I’m begging. I’m panting. Never have I been this turned on.

She slides down until I’m inside her to the hilt. Time slows. The world outside us stills. I suck in a breath at how tight and wet she is. My fingers sweep over her beautiful face, from the beads of sweat along her hairline to her dark brows to the elegant arch of her cheek and finally to her mouth.

“You are so beautiful, Rue.” And soon, I’ll declare that she is my girl. It has to be fucking soon.

She goes up and down on my cock. Hard. Fast. The hem of her dress whispers over my flesh. We have time. We have all the time in the world. I cup her face in my palms and kiss her. She kisses me with an urgency that has my chest aching. What is the antonym of love? Hate. She promised to hate only me. Will Rue vow to love only me? Fuck, I hope so.

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