Page 39 of The Run Home
I watched her eyes go hazy again as I dipped my head. Her eyelids slid shut and I hovered for just a second, a marauder about to enjoy his spoils. And then I unleashed, letting my mouth crash into hers, my tongue demanding immediate entrance. Shae whimpered, but let me in. Her hands fisted my shirt, tugging me into her when we were already pressed together as close as two people could be without sharing body parts. She tasted like toothpaste and wine, a reminder her evening had not been built around me, yet here I was. The lucky man to rip this lingerie right off of her.
Everything went from hot to blistering in a nanosecond. Shae didn’t just let me kiss her, she actively participated, her tongue dueling with mine. Her hands lifted my shirt with a rough yank until I had to stop the kiss to let her get the clothing over my head. We both lunged back together, teeth clashing in our haste. Her fingernails dragged up my torso, the sliver of pain in her wake making me shiver.
She bit my lip. Hard. I yanked her top down over the tips of her breasts, the material now tight and making her breasts lewdly push upward. I pulled my lip from her teeth and dipped my head, laving one nipple, then the other, my greedy hands not wanting to give up her flesh to my mouth. Her hands scrambled between us, trying to reach my jeans. When she couldn’t get ahold of me, I smiled against her breast for a brief moment before sucking a nipple into my mouth. The triumph was short-lived however.
Shae’s hands slid into my hair, her panting above me echoing in the small laundry room. She yanked so hard my eyes watered. I lifted my head, about to give her hell for the rough treatment, but the words died as I saw the look of pride on her face. She let go as quickly as she tugged, her hands dropping to my jeans and unzipping me before I could even blink.
Goddamn. The woman wore grandma sweaters, thick glasses, and ballet flats every day. She taught kids about bugs and knitted on the weekends. She drove an environmentally responsible vehicle and probably paid her fucking taxes on time. And yet Shae was fucking feral for my dick.
My surprise—and utter delight—made me slow. Shae shoved her hand in my pants and wrapped her fingers around my cock in a tight fist. I lurched, breath whooshing out of my lungs. She didn’t waste time, giving him a long hard tug that had me seeing stars.
“Whoa. Hold on,” I managed to sputter.
“You have one job, bat boy,” Shae barked back.
Well, fuck.
She gave my cock another hard stroke that had my legs going numb.
“This is just…” Shae started. I tried to focus on her words, but the visual was too appealing. Her breasts were tumbled out of her lingerie, red from my mouth and beard. Her hand was on mydick and her lips were swollen from my kisses. This would pretty much be the only thing I thought of every time I jacked off from now on.
“…tonight, okay?”
I shook my head and grabbed her hand, stilling it so I could focus. “What’s that?”
“A hate fuck, you know?”
She let go of my dick and pushed my jeans down my legs. I stepped out of them and got my hands back on Shae’s warm hips. “A hate fuck?”
She nodded. “We don’t even like each other. Let’s just call this what it is, okay? Can you do that?”
I could do just about anything to get inside Shae right now. She could ask me to call this a night of bowling and I’d go along with it. “Sure.”
Her answering grin seemed like a green light. “Good. Now fuck me like you hate me, please.”
She grabbed my cock again and used it like a joy stick, pulling me into her.
“Easy, lovebug.”
She licked her lips and looked up at me coyly. “Make me.”
Well, fuck.
She wanted to play games? I could play games like a master-fucking-gamer, baby. I gave her my trademark smirk and then spun her around, facing the washing machine. Her hands went to the washing machine for support. My hand came down on her ass before she had the chance to let the shocked gasp out. The slap echoed through the room and so did Shae’s answering groan of approval. She needed a second spanking to have a matching set, so I gave it to her. My hand smoothed over both handprints on her delicate flesh. Yep, this lingerie made her ass look fantastic.
My fingers slid between her legs, finding her soaking wet. She groaned again and pushed her hips into me, nearly bent in half. I clucked at her. Goddamn, she was greedy. I gave her another spanking and immediately unsnapped the crotch of the garment. It shot up her back and left her ass fully exposed. She yelped.
“Why don’t you be a good little woman and do some laundry?” I asked, knowing that would piss her right off.
She sucked in air. “Why don’t you make me a fucking sandwich when we’re done?”
I grinned from ear to ear. Shae dropped an f-bomb finally and it was as glorious as I knew it would be. Who knew Shae cursed when she fucked? It would be my little secret. My cock sought her entrance like it knew just where it would be welcomed. I held back, having too much fun torturing her.
“Absolutely not. You’ll be too busy licking my dick clean to have time to eat a sandwich.”
“You’re an egotistical ass?—”
I slid into her wet heat, not giving her a chance to adjust inch by inch like I’d normally do. Her groan was half scream, half moan. My eyes slammed shut at the feel of her squeezing me. So hot. So tight. Fuck. The base of my spine sent out an alert. I could come in the next two seconds if I didn’t get my head screwed on straight.
