Page 93 of Hate Game

She slows the ups and downs of her hips. She kisses me with her eyes open. We look at one another. The truth of her feelings for me shines brightly in her eyes. “You promised to hate only me. Does that still hold true, Rue?”

“What is the antonym of hate?” She takes my lower lip in her mouth and bites down. Pain and pleasure shoots to my cock. I groan.

“Love. The antonym of hate is love, baby.”

“Then I hate you with my heart and soul, Malice.”

“Fuck yeah, you better, Rue.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else I put you over my knee and spank the hate from you.”

“Promise?” she purrs.

“Turn around first, and I’ll give my answer.”

She lifts her hips. My cock slips from her channel. Rue turns around. I slip my rod inside her and pull her to me. Her back rests against my chest. I cup her perky tits.

“I promise. Now, ride me.”

She moves on my cock. In. Out. Up. Down. I grasp her hips and help her. Her inner muscles clench around my rod. I bury my face in her onyx hair and inhale her scent. More than her sweetness fills my nostrils. The scent of sex, sweat, and her sweetness fills the cab of my truck. I inhale a deeper breath.

She goes at me hard, her inner muscles clenching me and milking me for everything I’m worth. I palm her ass, then smack the smooth skin. She arches her back and moans. The skin of her bottom reddens. I rub out her pain.

“Malice.” She leans against the steering column.

I grip her waist and help her go up and down on my cock. She ups her speed. I press my thumb to the sensitive spot below her puckered hole and pinch her clit with the other. She squirms on my cock.

“Oh, God, that feels good.”

“Only with you, babe.”

My words spur her on. We go at it hard and fast. She’s panting. I’m sweating buckets. I need more. I yank her off me.

“Get on your hands and knees, Rue.”

She doesn’t argue.

She’s on her hands and knees on the seat, giving me a perfect view of her weeping pussy. I press my face to her pussy and lap up her juices. She backs her pussy full on my face. I smile and lick up her slit. She moans and wiggles her hips. This girl of mine.

Growling low in the back of my throat, I eat her out until she comes on my face before I bury my cock inside her to the hilt in one stroke. Her pussy is tight. I’m balls deep inside her, and nothing has ever felt as incredible as being inside my girl.

“You feel so good, Rue. So tight. So wet.”

We come in a rush of moans, sighs, and panting. I grasp her jaw in my palm, jerk her face to me, and give her a taste of herself. She kisses me back. We’re a tangle mess of tongues and teeth, arms and legs. I kiss her behind the ear and along her shoulder.

“I can’t get enough of you, Rue.”

“I feel the same about you.” She drops a kiss on my bicep. Passionate one moment. Tender the next. Fuck, I love her.

“Can you reach the glove compartment?” I ask.

“Yep.” She opens it.

“There’s extra napkins in there and a package for you.”

“For me?” She hands me a wad of napkins for cleaning up our sex mess.

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