Page 58 of What If I Hate You
Inever thought my kitchen floor would feel like holy ground, but with Blakely Rivers spread beneath me, her hair fanned out against the tiles and her eyes wild with hunger, I'm ready to worship at this altar until my knees bleed. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, positioning myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her slick folds.
"You sure about this?" I ask one last time, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
"For fuck's sake, Bear," she growls, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her heels into my ass. "If you don't fuck me right now, I swear to God?—"
I thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt, and whatever threat she was about to make dissolves into a high, broken cry that echoes off the kitchen cabinets.
"Fuck," I hiss through clenched teeth as her heat envelops me completely. She's so tight around me I see stars, her inner walls gripping me like she's trying to pull me deeper. I stay still for a moment, letting her adjust to the stretch, but she's having none of it.
"Move," she demands, digging her nails into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
I obey, pulling out slowly before driving back in with enough force to slide her across the tile. The sound she makes—half-gasp, half-scream—ignites something primal in me. I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust harder than the last, watching her face contort with pleasure as I claim her.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl, gripping her thigh and hiking it higher around my waist to hit that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back
"God, yes!" she cries, her back arching off the floor. "Harder, Bear. I need it harder."
I slam into her with renewed force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the kitchen. Her nails rake down my back, leaving burning trails I'll wear proudly tomorrow. I want her marks on me. I want everyone to know I've been claimed.
"Fuck, Blakely," I pant, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust. "You feel so goddamn good. So perfectly tight."
She reaches up, yanking my head down to crash our mouths together in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue and desperation. When she bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, I growl into her mouth, retaliating by latching onto her neck, sucking and biting a mark that will be impossible to hide.
"Mine," I growl against her throat, a primitive need to mark her surging through me. I want to leave evidence of this moment all over her body; a map of everywhere my mouth has been. "I'm going to make sure you can't look in the mirror without remembering this," I growl, shifting my weight to drive deeper.
She moans as I suck another bruise into her collarbone, her hips bucking wildly against mine, meeting each brutal thrust with equal force. We're animals now, all pretense of civilization abandoned on this kitchen floor. Her hands are everywhere, in my hair, scoring my back, gripping my ass to pull me deeper.
"Fuck, yes," she hisses when I hit that spot deep inside her that makes her walls clench around me. "Right there, don't stop."
I hook my arm under her knee, changing the angle so I can drive even deeper, and she screams. A raw, unfiltered sound that reverberates through my entire body. I've never heard anything so perfect.
"You like that, sweetheart?" I growl, driving into her relentlessly. "You like when I fuck you so deep you feel me in your throat?"
"Yes!" she cries out, her eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide with lust. "God, yes, Bear!"
The kitchen floor is hard beneath us, but neither of us cares. I'm lost in her. In the slick heat of her pussy gripping me like a vise, in the wild abandon on her face as she takes everything I give her. Her nails dig into my biceps, leaving crescent-shaped marks that sting deliciously. I want more. I want her to mark me everywhere, brand me as hers the way I'm branding her.
"Turn over," I command, pulling out of her, suddenly desperate to take her from behind.
She complies immediately, flipping onto her stomach with a graceful urgency. I grab her hips and yank her up onto all fours, her perfect ass raised in invitation. I'm on my knees behind her in an instant, guiding myself back to her entrance, teasing her with just the tip until she whimpers and pushes back against me.
"Fuck me into submission," she demands, looking over her shoulder with fire in her eyes.
“Sweetheart when I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if you can even walk tomorrow.”
I slam into her with enough force to make her scream, my hands gripping her hips with bruising intensity. The new angle lets me go impossibly deeper, and I watch, mesmerized, as my cock disappears into her over and over again.
"Jesus Christ," I groan, the sight of her taking all of me nearly making me lose control. "Your pussy is my new favorite thing. You're fucking perfect, Blakely."
She drops to her elbows, changing the angle yet again, and I nearly black out as her walls clench around me. My hand comes down hard on her ass, leaving a red handprint that makes her moan even louder. I do it again, watching the pink bloom across her skin as she pushes back against me, taking me deeper.
"Fuck yes," she hisses, her voice muffled against her arm. "Mark me. Make it hurt."
Something snaps inside me at her words. I lean forward, draping my body over her back, one hand tangled in her hair while the other reaches around to find her clit. I yank her head back by her hair, exposing the long column of her throat, and sink my teeth into the sensitive juncture where her neck meets her shoulder.
"Oh god!" she cries out, her inner walls clenching around me so tight I nearly come right then. "Bear, fuck!"
I work her clit in rough circles as I pound into her from behind, feeling her body tremble beneath me. She's so responsive, so perfect in the way she takes everything I give her and demands more. I can't get enough of her taste, her scent, the sounds she makes when I hit that spot deep inside her.
