Page 64 of The Worst Guy Ever
“Don’t be quiet baby, let me hear you.”
Her pussy is my entire world right now, clenching around me as I fuck harder, harder, harder.
“Fuck, Rob, yes. More,” she moans.
The sound of my name on her lips as she comes is what pushes me over the edge. My vision turns to stars when I slam into her and topple forward, catching myself with my hands either side of her face. I thrust a little deeper, a groan surging from deep within me as I come, and come, and all I can see is the pleasure on her face as her orgasm races through her. A face I’ll never be able to get out of my head.
Chapter 27
Rob
Hattie’shairisstuckto her face, a light sheen of sweat coats her skin, as I balance myself above her. I never want to move from this spot.
“You’re…” she gasps, “the biggest… idiot… in the world.”
“What have I done now?”
“We could have done this months ago.”
“Ah, but doesn’t the anticipation make it so much sweeter?” I lick her shoulder up to her neck, and her skin tastes incredible, hot and salty.
“Please, I have not been anticipating this,” she laughs, her belly rumbling against mine.
“Always lying to me.” I drop to one elbow and pinch her nipple playfully. “You’ve been a frothing, squirrelly mess waiting to have me inside you.”
“You’re thinking of someone else,” she says, pushing me onto my back. I think she’s about to straddle me, but she surprises me by climbing out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
What the fuck? No.
“You’re not serious.” I jump up too, dashing to the bathroom to deal with the condom.
“You know my rules,” she calls through. “I never sleep with the same guy twice. I’m not changing the habit of a lifetime just for you.”
“Not even in the same night?”
“Nope.”
We’ll see about that.
I fill a glass of water, down it, and fill it again. “You’ve been depriving yourself of so much pleasure.”
Walking back through, I find Hattie rummaging in my overnight bag. I lean against the doorframe, watching as she grabs a plain white t-shirt and pulls it over her head. I’m half-hard at the sight of it, fabric skimming the top of her thighs but knowing she’s naked underneath. That right there is the filthiest thing a woman can do.
“I’m borrowing this,” she says, sauntering over to take the glass. I circle her wrist and she tugs it away, but my grip is firm. She tries again then relents, draining the glass with my hand still wrapped around her, pulse fluttering away beneath my fingertips. Her slender throat bobs and it makes me want to see what it looks like with my dick in it. When she finishes I set the glass down on the bedside table, cup her elbow and tug her closer.
“I booked us a late checkout. We aren’t done.”
“Oh, but we are.” The beautiful eyes staring up at me don’t match the tone in her words. “The last thing I’m going to do is lie here all night and let you steal orgasms from me.”
“Steal?Don’t take the piss, you can’t tell me you weren’t one hundred percent into that.” I nod back at the bed and when she smirks, I know I’ve got her. “I’ve barely started. There’s no way I’m letting you leave our one night together early.”
I walk us backwards until I hit the edge of the bed and sit down. With one fingertip, I lift the hem of her t-shirt, stopping just above her belly-button. Goosebumps follow my tracks, and when I kiss her there she leans into it. Nudging my knee between her legs, I pull her down sharply until she straddles my thigh. My hand keeps moving upwards, her t-shirt slowly lifting higher, bunching against my wrist until I push my hand through the collar and wrap my hand gently around her throat.
Hattie’s head tips back, eyes fluttering closed, mouth parting on a moan.
