Page 72 of The Worst Guy Ever
“You’re making a mess.”
“So come clean me up.”
I turn back to my magazine but my brain misfires, the words on the page jumbling together while I attempt to ignore her.
“What do I need to do? I’m not above begging.” She drops to her knees and crawls towards me.Fuuuuck.So much for resisting, this will be my undoing. “Oh please, Rob, please baby, I need you so bad. Nobody makes me come like you do. I can’t breathe, I need you so much.”
I don’t dare look at her, though I can feel her gaze drop to my groin where the tent in my trousers will give her no doubts about the impact she’s having on me.
“We’re not doing this.”My dick hates me so much right now.
“Fine,” she says, springing to her feet and storming out of the room. “If you won’t help me I’ll do it myself.”
When I hear footsteps on the stairs I jump up and dart after her. “Where are you going?”
“Your bedroom.”
Not this again.“Get back down here.”
I rush up behind her, reaching out to catch her ankle when she gets to the top. I tighten my grip, yanking her back down the stairs and she stumbles into my arms, taking me down with her.
“Ow!” she yelps, legs kicking out as she tries to climb back up.
“What the hell is going on with you?”
“You fucking prick,” she grunts. I pin her with my weight as she struggles to get free, and she delivers a swift elbow to my ribs that knocks the wind out of me. “You couldn’t just be crap in bed, could you? Why did you have to go and have a massive cock and the skills to back it up. Upstairs, now.”
Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear.
“Wait, are you saying—” I wrestle her onto her back while leaning to keep my face clear of her frantic clawing. It takes me a second to realise she’s not fighting me off. Instead her hands are scrambling with my belt buckle. She really wants this. “Are you saying I’m the best dick you’ve ever had?”
“Go to hell,” she says through gritted teeth. I pull her arms free, pinning her wrists above her head with one of my hands. Nearly naked and stretched out beneath me, she’s more beautiful than ever, and I wonder how on earth we’ve ended up here. I tried really fucking hard not to look in the kitchen, but it’s impossible now. I fill my palm with one of her perfect tits, tugging the lace down so I can pinch her nipple then bend and take it between my teeth. When she moans I shift my knees, forcing her legs apart to rub my aching hard-on against the scrap of her underwear.
“Are you saying I’ve ruined all other men for you?”
“I hate you,” she says through gritted teeth, but her body says otherwise, her legs hooking around my waist, lifting to press up into me.
“Are you saying you can’t live another moment without having me inside you?”
Hattie screams and it turns me on far more than it should.
“Just fucking fuck me, you fuck!”
I pull back, reaching behind me to unhook her legs. Pushing her knees apart, I set one foot on the stair below her, and jam the other up high between the spindles of the bannister. She’s fucking perfect, spread out for me like this and with two fingers, I tug her underwear aside, and drop my head to sweep my tongue straight through her. Her back arches on a moan, tits heaving, neck bared to me. I’m about to ruin her.
“Don’t move,” I point my finger in her face and turn away. I find my wallet in the kitchen, grateful for the condom I stashed in there, and hurry back, shoving my jeans and my boxers down over my hips, and rolling it on.
I find Hattie exactly as I left her, save for one hand stroking her clit in slow circles. She wets her lips when she sees me stroking myself too.
“Tell me how much you want this.”
“Fuck you, I don’twantto want this.”
“I’m not asking you to beg, Hattie, I just need to know I’m not crossing a line. Is this what you came here for?”
“Yes,” she nods, her breath shaky with anticipation. A whisper of vulnerability hangs between us, and for a moment I think I should stop this, wrap her up, make her a cup of tea and give her a cuddle. She’d murder me and not even bother to hide the body. The urge passes when she reaches out for me, her angry expression switched for one of desperation. “Please, Rob. Please.”
“I’m not holding back this time. Hold your underwear to the side.”
