Page 76 of Hate the One You're With
“You want it, don’t you?” he asks, his voice a mix of amusement and command. “You want my cock?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Not good enough, baby.” He tugs at my hair, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Beg for it. I want to hear you beg for my cock.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me. I’ve never been good at hiding what I want, not with him, not when he’s looking at me like this, like he’s ready to devour me. I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry, but I don’t hesitate.
“Please, Cal,” I beg, my voice a breathless whisper. “I need you. I need your cock. I’m so wet for you, so ready. Please, let me have it.”
His grip on my hair tightens, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. “That’s more like it,” he murmurs, hisvoice thick with satisfaction. “But I want to see just how greedy my girl really is.”
He releases my hair, his hand sliding down to grip my hip as he shifts beneath me, positioning me over him. I can feel the heat of him, so close, almost unbearable, but he doesn’t move, waiting for me to take what I’ve been begging for.
“Go ahead, baby,” he whispers, his voice a low command. “Show me how much you want it.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I lower myself onto him, slowly, savoring every inch as he stretches me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, the connection between us electric. I can feel every pulse, every throb of his cock inside me, and it’s pure ecstasy.
“God, you feel so good,” I moan, my voice quivering with pleasure. “So perfect.”
“Fuck, Em,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements as I start to ride him, slow and steady. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I lean down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, pouring all of my need into it. Our bodies move together, the rhythm building, the intensity growing with every thrust. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, the need for release building with each passing second.
“Cal,” I gasp, breaking the kiss, my voice shuddering with desperation. “I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” he growls, his grip tightening as he thrusts up into me, harder, deeper. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”
The command sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but whimper, my body trembling with the effort to hold back.But I know I’ll wait for him, I’ll do whatever he says, because nothing compares to the pleasure of falling apart in his arms.
“Put your hand on your clit, Em,” he orders, his voice rough and commanding. “I want you to rub that little clit while you ride my cock. I want to feel your pussy squeezing the life out of me when you come.”
My breath catches at his words, and without hesitation, I slide my hand down between us, my fingers finding my swollen clit. The moment I touch it, a jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I start rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, just the way he likes it.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips as I begin to move faster, riding him with more urgency. “Look at you, being such a good girl for me. You’re so fucking hot, touching yourself while you fuck my cock.”
I moan, the pleasure building with every stroke, every thrust, my body quivering with the effort to hold on. The pressure is almost unbearable, the sensation of his thick cock filling me, combined with the way my fingers work my clit, is pushing me to the brink.
“Now, touch your tit with your free hand,” he growls. “Squeeze it hard while you ride me. I want to see you play with those perfect tits while you milk my cock.”
My hand moves up without hesitation, cupping my breast, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. I squeeze hard, just like he ordered, my nipple rolling between my fingers as I continue to ride him, the added stimulation sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“Harder,” he commands, his eyes locked on mine, the intensity in his gaze making me tremble. “Pinch that nipple,Em. I want you to feel every bit of this. Make yourself feel how much I own you.”
I comply, my fingers tightening on my nipple, the sharp pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure as I continue to grind down on him, feeling every inch of him buried deep inside me. The control he has over me, the way he orders me to touch myself, only makes me hotter, needier.
“You’re so fucking good,” he praises, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You do everything I say, don’t you? That’s because you know how much you need me, how much you love this. You know I’m the only one who knows how to take care of you, how to love you.”
His words hit me like a jolt of electricity, sending a shiver down my spine. As I move faster, my body responding to the rhythm he’s set, his words echo in my mind. How to take care of me. How to love me.
There’s truth in what he says, a truth that I’ve tried to ignore but can’t escape in this moment. No one has ever known me like this, known what I need without me even having to say it. It’s not just about the physical connection—it’s the way he understands me, the way he sees me, even when I’m trying to hide.
My hips move faster, my hand squeezing my breast as I rub my clit harder, desperate to reach that peak again. But it’s not just about the release—it’s about the way he makes me feel, the way he’s always known how to make me feel whole, even when I didn’t realize I was broken.
Caleb’s grip on my hips tightens, and with a deep growl, he starts thrusting up into me, faster, deeper. Each powerful thrust drives me closer to the edge, the feeling of his cockhitting just the right spot inside me making me see stars. The pleasure is so intense, it’s almost unbearable, my body completely at his mercy as he takes control, pushing me closer and closer to that explosive release.
The rhythm of our bodies is frantic, his hips slamming up to meet mine as I ride him, my fingers working my clit harder, squeezing my breast with desperation. Every nerve in my body is on fire, every sensation heightened by the way he’s taking me, claiming me.
“Come for me,” he orders, his voice rough and demanding. “Come now, Em. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
