Page 87 of Hate So Deep

Our chests brush and the warmth of his pecs beneath his shirt brushing my aching nipples sends a tremor through my limbs.

Biting back a moan, I meet his gaze boring into mine. This is when a trickle of unease moves through me but before I can back away, he takes my mouth in a brutal kiss.

Those soft, plush lips plumber my mouth and I grab his shoulders to ground myself as our tongues duel for supremacy. He gives no mercy, but I love the brutal caress, especially whenhe threads his fingers through my hair and jerks my head around.

Tingles dance across my skin at his ferocity and I bite back a whimper as he bucks into my core, the desperate touch matching my own, but I need so much more.

I want to feel his skin, press my palms to his sexy chest and run them over his abs before tracing my fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans.

This is what’s rolling through my head as I grind helplessly against him, leaving me in a daze when he pulls back.

Huh?

“Let me see my prize,” he says, a wicked smirk curling his lips before he drops to his knees.

Eagerly I dispose of my jeans and panties before laying back on the bed. As soon as I spread my legs, he pauses, his nostrils flaring before those dark, dilated eyes meet mine and he says, “Perfect.”

“Shit,” I moan, arching into the air.

“So pretty,” he rasps, running his fingers through my folds. My clit throbs at the teasing caress and I buck into the air as he rasps, “Take off your shirt.”

Once it’s up and over my head, the bra with it, he grabs my thighs and pulls me closer.

“I wanna see you play with those tits while I fuck you with my tongue,” he says, and my eyes roll at his dirty demands.

I’ve never been so eager for anything in my life and as soon as I touch the aching peaks, he licks between my lips.

Arching up, I moan my need and shudder when he says, “You’re a dirty little doll, aren’t you?”

I don’t respond beyond another moan as he twirls his tongue around my clit and slides a finger inside me.

After that it’s all sensation while he brings me to the edge over and over before starting up again. It’s perfect torture and I’m athrobbing mess of need and desperation while I pump against his mouth.

“Mm,” he rasps. “My dirty little doll wants more.”

“Yes,” I sob, shuddering when he groans and swipes between my folds before thrusting his tongue inside.

“Dirk!” I cry, grabbing his hair.

“What do you want, baby girl?” he says, and I meet his glittering gaze before he thrusts back into me.

“More,” I moan and his eyes flash before his mouth curls into a wicked smirk.

“You want to come on my tongue?”

“Yes,” I groan.

With a grunt, he drops his mouth between my legs again and when he flicks my throbbing clit with his tongue, I bow off the bed.

“Please,” I cry, and he chuckles, although the sound sends a shiver of awareness down my spine.

“I know what you need,” he growls, running his finger down to my core before dipping inside.

The sensations roll through me on wings of fire, and I writhe mindlessly until his finger slides between my cheeks and caresses over my ass.

“W-What?” I stutter.

“Shh,” he rumbles, and I shudder at the deep sound as he teases my back door before sucking on my clit.

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