Page 23 of The One I Hate
“So impatient.”
With one slight movement of my fingers, rubbing her clit with just a few strokes, Charlie falls back onto the bed. As her arousal starts coating my hand, I insert two fingers, needing to feel more of her on me as she lets out her first of what I guarantee will be many screams tonight.
"That’s it,” I say as I position myself in between her legs. “Now, let’s see what you taste like.”
“What? Oh!”
Charlie doesn’t make another audible sound as my tongue licks her from back to front, tasting every single inch of her perfect pussy before I start going to work. My tongue frantically flicks at her swollen clit, my fingers slipping back in so I can work her from the inside as well. I feel her hands latch ontomy hair, which has been growing out a bit as of late. When she starts pulling, it only ramps up my efforts, needing more than anything right now to make her come. My cock stiffens even more, knowing in just a few seconds, I’m going to be drowning in her arousal.
“Simon!”
If this was my last minute on Earth, this would be how I’d want to go out, Bug screaming my name as she comes on my face.
I barely let her come down as I sit up and grab each of her legs. “Come here.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I can.”
I lean down, our noses nearly touching, her heavy breasts grazing my chest with every breath. “Is that you begging me to stop? Right when I’m about to fuck you?”
My words hit her, and her eyes go from tired to determined in a flash.
“No.”
“That’s what I thought,” I say, lining up my cock against her center. I don’t say another word as I press into her tight—so fucking tight!—pussy.
I have to take a breath and wait for her to stretch around me. I gently pump into her as she adjusts to my size, and then the gravity of the situation hits me.
Bug is here. In my bed. Well, a hotel bed. But a bed with me.
And I’m inside her. I’ve made her come apart, and the scent and taste of her is now forever branded on me.
I realize this is likely a one and done. Tomorrow I’m going to go back to hating her for not telling me where she went, and she’s going to hate me for whatever the fuck I apparently did to her.
But for this one night, she’s mine.
I feel Charlie’s hips start moving, and my blood is now spiking. I collapse down onto her, letting her breasts press against my chest as I take her mouth with mine. I keep pumping into her as she lets her fingers scratch down my back, putting the perfect amount of pressure and pain.
I roll us over, bringing her on top of me. Charlie adjusts so she’s now straddling me, her hands gripping onto my chest.
This might have been my best decision of the night, because the sight of Charlie riding me? Her beautiful body on display for me to watch as she uses me for her pleasure? I could die and go to heaven.
Well, I’m going to hell. I already know that. But what a way to go.
“That’s it,” I encourage, wanting her to fuck me just the way she wants to. “Fuck me how you want to.”
And she does. She takes what she wants. A slap on her ass that echoes around the room only makes her go harder.
It’s hot as fuck.
She moves her hands back to my thighs, arching back slightly as she continues to ride me like she owns me. And while this is the hottest thing I’ve ever been on the receiving end of, this isn’t how it ends.
It’s going to end with her screaming my name one more time.
I grab her hips, guiding her to go harder, wanting her to take what she needs while I also ruin her for anyone else who’s going to come after me.
And I’m going to make sure I’m as burned into her brain as she is into mine.
“One more, Bug,” I say, my fingers now digging into her soft flesh. “Fucking let go.”
