Page 79 of What If I Hate You
"You like that?" I ask, caressing the reddened skin before delivering another sharp slap. "You like when I mark you?"
"Yes," she hisses, her voice muffled against the bed. "God, Bear, yes."
I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance again. "Tell me what you want, Blakely. I want to hear you say it."
She looks over her shoulder at me, her beautiful green eyes darkened with desire, lips swollen from kissing. "I want you to fuck me like you own me," she says, voice raspy and demanding. "Like no one else gets to have me. Ever again."
I grip her hips hard and slam into her with one powerful thrust that makes her scream my name. The sound echoes through my apartment, and I couldn't give less of a fuck who hears it.
"Like this?" I growl, establishing a punishing rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall. "Is this what you need, Blakely?"
"Yes!" she cries, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Harder, Bear!"
I obey, pushing into her with enough force to slide her up the mattress. I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I pound into her from behind, the sight of her taking every inchof me driving me wild. Her body arches, pressing back against mine with each thrust, a perfect counterpoint to my rhythm.
"You feel that?" I growl into her ear, my chest pressed against her back as I thrust into her. "Feel how deep I am inside you?"
"Yes," she gasps, her voice breaking on a particularly hard thrust. "God, Bear, don't stop!"
I have no intention of stopping. I'm lost in her, in the tight heat of her body gripping me, in the sounds she makes with each snap of my hips. I slide my hand around to find her clit, circling it with my thumb as I continue my relentless pace.
"You're going to come for me," I demand, my voice rough against her ear, my fingers working her clit with ruthless precision. "I want to feel you lose control completely. I’m going to wreck you, Rivers."
Her body trembles beneath mine, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as I delve into her with punishing force. I can feel her tightening around me, her walls clenching with each thrust as I hit that spot deep inside her that makes her cry out.
"Bear," she moans, her voice breaking. "I'm so close… I can't…"
"You can," I growl, shifting my angle slightly and pressing my weight against her back. "Let go for me, baby. I want everything."
I slide my free hand beneath her, finding her breast and pinching her nipple between my fingers. The dual stimulation—my cock pounding into her, my fingers working her clit, my other hand at her breast—pushes her over the edge. But instead of the familiar clenching I'm used to, her entire body goes rigid beneath me, and with a scream that's going to have my neighbors filing complaints, she explodes in a way I've never experienced before.
"Oh my God!" she cries out as a rush of warm wetness gushes around my cock, soaking the sheets beneath us. Her bodyconvulses, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure tears through her.
I freeze for a split second, momentarily stunned by what's happening. "Holy fuck, Blakely."
She's squirting—actually squirting—her release flooding around me as her inner walls pulse and clench. The sight of her completely undone, the feel of her squirting, is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. I'm barely hanging on, my control slipping with each pulse of her body around me.
"Fuck, baby," I groan, my hips jerking forward instinctively. "You're fucking soaking me."
Blakely's trembling beneath me, her face pressed into the mattress as she rides out the intensity of her orgasm. The sheets beneath us are drenched, and she's making these little broken sounds that drive me wild.
"I didn't—oh God—I've never…" she gasps, her voice raw and unsteady.
I slow my pace, giving her a moment to catch her breath, my cock still buried deep inside her. "You've never done that before?" I ask, unable to keep the pride from my voice.
She shakes her head, face still half-buried in the sheets. "No. Never."
Something primal and possessive roars through me. I've given her a first she's never experienced before, and the knowledge sends a surge of pride straight to my chest. I'm the only one who's ever made her lose control like this. The only one who's ever pushed her body to this point of total surrender.
I lean down, pressing my chest against her back, my lips against her ear. “I promise you it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I roll my hips slowly, still buried deep inside her, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple around my cock. I ease out justslightly, only to thrust back in with purpose, once, twice, three more times until her aftershocks pull me under.
“Jesus Christ…fuck.” Her body clenches around me, milking me, squeezing me, and with a low, guttural growl, I lose myself inside her.
“Fuck, Blakely.” I shudder, burying myself to the hilt as I come hard, spilling deep inside her with a force that robs the breath from my lungs. My body locks up, every muscle drawn tight as pleasure crashes through me like a freight train.
She gasps as she feels it. Me pulsing inside her, filling her. Her eyes are dazed and wide as she reaches for my forearm like she needs something to hold on to. I’m still twitching inside her, still fighting to catch my breath, as I cradle her body with mine, pressing my face into the crook of her neck.
