Page 115 of What If I Hate You
"Bear," she gasps, her voice dripping with urgency, sending electrifying shivers racing down my spine. Her grip on me tightens, a desperate pull as if she seeks to fuse us into one being, and I can't resist the primal urge to plunge even further, feeling the sweet pressure build to a fever pitch.
"I'm right here, sweetheart," I growl, my voice a rough promise. "I'm not going anywhere." And it's the truth. There's nowhere else I'd rather be. I want to savor this moment, every second of our bodies moving in perfect harmony, the intoxicating symphony of our mingled breaths echoing in the dim light.
I grip her hips harder, every inch of my body pushing her, driving her closer to the edge as the heat between us intensifies.
“More?” I tease, my voice low and gravelly as I pull back slightly, just enough to play with the tension, to remind her who’s in control. I see that fierce spark flicker in her eyes again, that relentless spirit I’ve grown so damn fond of.
“Yes, Barrett!” she cries, and I can’t help but smirk. Her need, a longing that mirrors my own, fills the air, wrapping around us like a shroud, suffocating but in the most beautiful way.
I plunge back into her, every thrust deliberate, as I catch her gaze again. I want to see the way her passion unfolds. The way her body responds to me, the way it transforms, the way it shatters. It feels like an act of worship, a celebration of everything we are and everything we’ve fought to become.
“Fuck, Blake,” I groan, my breath hitching as she arches against me, urging me deeper still. “You’re so fucking perfect.” I can’t hold back any longer, not when I feel her body welcoming me like it’s meant to cradle every part of me.
The sensation of her warmth enveloping me is overwhelming. I can feel the impending wave building between us. Each thrust feels like a promise, a vow to strip away the layers we've built around ourselves for so long. It’s more than just physical, it’s an unspoken understanding that this is where we belong, caught in this beautiful turmoil together.
“Barrett,” she gasps, and I can hear the insistence in her voice.
I roll us over so she’s straddling me, my cock still impaling her as I give myself over to her.
Complete control.
“You’re in the driver’s seat now, babe. Ride me. Take my cock, fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel you come all over me. I want to watch you lose control.”
I grip her hips, anchoring her in place as she begins to move. The way she rolls her body against mine, riding my length with fervor and urgency, sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending as I lose myself in her rhythm. There’s a wildness in her eyes, a fierce determination that makes my heart race even faster. Her nails dig into my chest as she grips my body. I’m certain there will be claw-like markson me in the morning, but right now all I can focus on is the stunning beauty sinking down over my cock taking me deeper and making me lose my fucking breath.
“Just like that, baby,” I urge, voice low and gravelly with need. “You’re doing so good.”
She bounces on my cock, her slickness incasing me completely, and I can feel the tension building within her, an unmistakable wave that threatens to consume us both.
“Bear, I—” she gasps, and there’s a flicker of uncertainty in her tone, but it’s quickly swallowed by the primal need surging between us. “Oooh God, yes.”
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” I groan, my gaze fixed on her, drinking in every detail.
The way her breasts bounce with the rhythm.
The flush of her cheeks.
The determined glint in her eyes as she rides me like she’s reclaiming every moment we’ve spent fighting against each other.
I grab her waist, pulling her down hard as I thrust up into her, feeling every inch slide against the tightness of her walls. She gasps, her breath catching as she grips my shoulders to steady herself. The sound she makes has me pushing her further. I want to take her to the edge and watch her tip. I want her to feel every inch of me, to embrace the pleasure that’s about to crash over her like a tidal wave.
“Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”
I hold her tighter, the desperation in her eyes mirroring my own as I thrust harder, deeper, and with each powerful stroke, I feel her body responding, tightening around me.
“Barrett!” she cries out, her voice teetering on the edge of desperation.
And in that moment, something shifts in me, a rush of heat that catches me off guard. I can feel my own release building,clawing its way to the surface as her walls tighten around me, pulsing in rhythm with every thrust.
“Fuck, Blakely, I—” The words barely leave my throat before I feel it happen, igniting in a burst of fire that consumes me whole. The way she gasps my name, raw and unfiltered, sends me spiraling into ecstasy alongside her. I lose myself entirely in the moment, a white-hot heat coursing through my veins until my world dissolves and waves of pleasure threaten to crash over us.
“I’m—oh God!” she gasps, and in that moment, I swear I can feel her whole body squeezing my cock.
“Shit. Ah, fuck, Blakely!” I roar, my grip on her hips tightening instinctively as I spiral out of control. A spark of heat shoots up through my spine. A sensation that ignites every fucking nerve ending as I lose myself inside her body.
“Oh God, I’m coming!” She cries. “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m…Bear!” She shudders violently, a gasp escaping her lips, and I can feel the rush of warmth as she releases around me, her body trembling uncontrollably as a flood of ecstasy erupts from deep within her. The world around us dissolves into a haze, the only thing anchoring me is the way she grips me tighter as she comes. It’s overwhelming and exhilarating. It’s a rush of heat that sends my senses spiraling as I feel her pulse around me, her moans echoing in my ears like a symphony of desire.
And there is something about a woman, no…not just a woman…mywoman, coming all over me that fills me with more pride, more infatuation, more love, than I ever thought possible.
