Page 63 of The Worst Guy Ever
“I can’t, baby.”
“Why not?”
“You’ve got me so worked up, feel what you’re doing to me.” I stand up, angle my cock against her and push up hard, slipping easily against her wetness. “I won’t last five seconds inside you.”
She tries to squeeze her legs around me, jerking harder against my grip. “Please, I can’t take this any more.”
I don’t know how much more I can take either. Bending over, I suck one perfect nipple into my mouth, biting a little just because I can. “Give me a second.”
Our time together this evening has been achingly slow, but I still forgot to move condoms closer to the bed before coming in here. I hop up and grab one from my bag, tossing the wrapper and rolling it on as I stalk my way back to the bed where she’s laid out for me in the middle of that huge mattress.
Hattie props herself up on her elbows, eyes wide as she checks me out. I tower over her, committing all of her to memory.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says.
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve won.”
“Of course I’ve won, you’re a fucking prize. Look at you, so hot.” I kneel between her thighs, nudging them apart. My fingers trace the soft crease where her leg meets her hip. “So beautiful.”
She throws an arm over her face, unable to take the compliment. I pull it gently down, leaning over so she can’t look away. “I don’t think you’ve been told enough just how beautiful you are, Hattie.”
I swipe my thumb between her legs, pausing to circle her clit, and she groans under the teasing pressure. With my other hand I cup her jaw, and make her watch me lick my thumb clean.
“So delicious. And all for me.” I link my fingers through hers and press her hands above her head. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she says on a shaky exhale. If I can’t kiss her mouth, I’ll settle for the inside of her wrist, the soft, pure skin where I can feel her pulse fluttering against my lip. My dick notches against her instinctively, and this is the point where I lose it. I can’t hold on anymore, can’t resist pushing deep into her in one swift thrust.
Hattie moans against my throat, tits pressing up against me. I give her a second to adjust to me before rolling my hips. She tugs one hand free, snakes it in between us, but I pull it away.
“Rob, please,” she whimpers. “I need to come.”
“Am I not doing what you like?”
“Oh poor baby egomaniac,” she laughs on an exhale. “You’re doing fine, but I can’t come from only penetration, I need more.”
“You said I owed you an orgasm, and I promised I’d deliver. What’s your favourite way to get there?”
Her brow furrows while she thinks about it, and it makes me wonder if nobody has ever asked her, if nobody has ever put her first.
“This is good,” she pants. “I want to come with you inside me, I just need more.”
I reach for a pillow to tuck underneath her and sit up on my knees. With my hands on her hips I keep her pulled flush to me, and push her legs out wide. Seeing her like this, spread out with my cock buried inside her, I don’t know how I haven’t come already.
My brain needs a second to stop short-circuiting, but my hands take on a life of their own, stroking their way around her body, worshipping the way goddesses should be worshipped. It softens her, my touch, I see it happen right in front of me. Her anger dissipates, her body sinking into that heavenly state of bliss. Her eyes open slowly, we take a deep breath together and something passes between us, but like always with Hattie, these moments don’t last long.
“Well, are you making me come or not?” she says, summoning her insolence and reminding me why we’re here in the first place.
“Play with your nipples for me. I want to see.”
I suck my fingers, wetting them with my tongue and reach down to play with her clit, stroking, rolling, pressing gently to test what she likes. Finding my rhythm, I move at a teasing pace and watch her writhe as she squeezes her tits, head rolled to one side as she bites that perfect pouty lip that has taunted me for months.
Hattie rolls her hips, sliding herself up and down my shaft while I rub harder, watching the pink flush that creeps up her neck. I let her fuck me like that, so strong, so needy, until I can’t take it any more.
Throwing her left leg over my shoulder for leverage, I thrust hard, slow at first then pick up the pace until I’m giving her everything I’ve got, my hips pistoning against her.
White heat blooms from the base of my spine, my balls tighten, but I hold back and wait for her to get there with me. Hattie slams a hand over her mouth and I yank it away.
