Page 75 of Hate the One You're With
She looks up at me with those wide, pleading eyes, her lips wrapped around me, and it takes everything in me not to lose control right then and there. I gently guide her off, my cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop, and I reach for a condom on the nightstand.
“Put it on, carefully,” I command softly, handing her the foil packet.
She pouts, her eyes narrowing slightly as she hesitates. “I want to feel you, Cal. All of you,” she whispers, her voice thick with need. “I’m on the pill . . . and no one’s touched me since you. Only you.”
A surge of possessiveness flares up inside me at her words. The idea of being the only one, of claiming her completely, makes my pulse race. I brush my thumb over her bottom lip, my voice low and intense. “You want to be filled with me?”
She nods, her eyes gleaming with desperation, her body trembling slightly as she waits for my decision. “Please,” she begs, her voice quivering with raw need.
My hand slides back into her hair, tugging gently as I study her, the desire in her eyes, the way her body is already responding to me. “You have to earn it,” I murmur, my voice rough with control, though it’s slipping. “Tell me why you deserve it. Why you deserve to be filled by me.”
Her lips part, her breathing quickens, and I can see theresolve in her gaze. “Because I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice almost breaking. “I’ve always been yours.”
Her words strike me deeply, stirring something primal within me. With a growl, I lean in, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, pouring every ounce of my need into it. I push her back onto the bed, hovering over her.
“Every inch of you,” I murmur against her lips, “belongs to me.”
With every inch of restraint, I slow down, letting the urgency simmer as I begin to kiss her body again, starting at her collarbone and trailing my lips down her chest. I take my time, savoring the softness of her skin, the way she shivers beneath my touch. Her breath hitches—not from the tension, but from the anticipation—and I continue my descent, planting kisses along the curve of her breasts, then lower, across her stomach, until I’m hovering just above her sweet, pretty cunt.
I pause, my lips brushing against the inside of her thigh as I murmur, “You’re so perfect, Em. This pretty pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
Her whimper is all the confirmation I need, her body arching slightly as if inviting me closer. I spread her legs wider, positioning myself between her thighs. The sight of her glistening, wet, and ready for me makes my mouth water. I lower myself, my breath hot against her sensitive skin, and I hear her sharp intake of breath as my tongue flicks out, tasting her.
“God, you taste so good, baby,” I murmur against her, my voice rough with need. “I could spend hours right here, making you come on my tongue over and over.”
I delve into her again, my tongue circling her clit, thendipping lower to tease her entrance. I feel her hands tangle in my hair, holding me close as I work her, my fingers sliding inside her, curling just right to hit that perfect spot. Her moans fill the room, growing louder as I push her closer to the edge.
When I finally pull back, she’s trembling, her skin flushed, her eyes glazed with desire. I can see how badly she needs me, and I’m right there with her.
I position myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock brushing against her slick folds. “Are you ready for me, Em? You ready to take me?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, her voice trembling with anticipation.
I push myself into her, inch by inch, stretching her tight entrance, savoring the way her walls grip me, pulling me deeper. “Fuck,” I groan, my voice thick with pleasure. “There’s no better feeling in the world than your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Her body responds to every thrust, her walls clenching and spasming around me as I move in and out of her in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I keep my eyes on her, watching the way her expression changes, how her lips part with every breathless moan.
“Do you feel that, baby?” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Feel how perfectly we fit together?”
“Cal,” she whimpers, her hips lifting to meet mine. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promise, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, our movements synced in perfect harmony.
The kiss is as deep and intense as the way we’re making love, every stroke, every movement, is healing something insideboth of us. I don’t need to speak the words; I can feel her accepting me, flaws and all, as she wraps herself around me, pulling me even closer.
Being inside her is nothing short of intoxicating. Every sensation, every connection, pulls me deeper into her, and I know without a doubt that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here, with her, in this moment.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Emmersyn
The morning lightfilters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I’m still wrapped in the warmth of last night, my body pressed against Cal, my head resting on his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, beneath my cheek. But it’s not just the warmth of his body that catches my attention—it's the unmistakable hardness of his cock, already pressing againstmy thigh, hot and thick.
I shift slightly, savoring the feeling of him, letting my hand drift down between us. The sensation of his length, hard and ready, sends a thrill through me. I bite my lip, trying to keep quiet, but he’s already awake, his hand sliding into my hair, tugging gently.
“You’re looking like a starved greedy girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep and something darker, more primal.
I glance up at him, meeting his gaze, and lick my lips slowly, deliberately. His eyes darken as he watches me, and I can see the flicker of control he’s holding onto, but just barely. I shift again, letting my hand wrap around him, feeling the weight of him in my palm, and his breath catches, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
