Page 78 of What If I Hate You
I don't need to be told twice. I hitch her higher, positioning myself at her entrance, groaning when I feel how wet she already is. "Fuck, you're soaked for me."
"I've been thinking about this all day," she admits, her breath hot against my ear. "About you. About this. I’ve missed you."
With a powerful thrust, I bury myself inside her. We both cry out, her back arching against the wall, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as the sensation of her tight heat around me nearly makes my knees buckle. I stay still for a moment, both of us panting, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of being connected this way.
"Fuck, I missed you too," I groan, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "Missed this."
"Then move," she commands, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. "Make me feel it tomorrow."
Something primal awakens in me at her words. I withdraw almost completely before slamming back into her with enough force to make the picture frame on the wall rattle. She cries out, her head falling back against the wall, eyes rolling closed as pleasure overtakes her.
"Like that?" I growl, establishing a brutal pace that has her gasping with each thrust. "Want me to fuck you so hard you feel me for days?"
"Yes," she moans, her legs tightening around my waist. "God, yes!"
I drive into her with everything I have, my hands gripping her ass to hold her in place as I pound into her. The pictureframe finally gives up and crashes to the floor, but neither of us gives a shit. All that matters is this. Her body wrapped around mine, her heat taking me deeper with each thrust, the way she cries out my name like a prayer.
"You feel so fucking good," I growl, adjusting my grip to hit that spot inside her that makes her clench around me. "So perfect for me."
She's practically sobbing with pleasure, her head thrown back, exposing the long column of her throat. I can't resist. I latch onto her pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I want everyone to know she's mine, even if we haven't had that conversation yet. Even if I don't have the right. The possessiveness surging through me is primal and overwhelming.
"Mine," I growl against her throat, punctuating the word with a particularly deep thrust that makes her cry out.
"Yours," she gasps, and hearing her say it sends a fresh wave of heat through my veins. "All yours, Bear."
I carry her away from the wall, still buried deep inside her, and stumble toward the bedroom. We crash onto the mattress, her body beneath mine, her legs still locked around my waist. The new angle lets me drive even deeper, and the sound she makes—half scream, half sob—nearly makes me lose control right there.
"Look at me," I demand, slowing my pace to something torturous and deliberate. Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. The sight of her beneath me, wearing my hoodie, her hair splayed across my sheets, is almost too much to bear.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Don't go soft on me now, Cunningham," she challenges, rolling her hips to take me deeper. "I thought you were going to make me forget my name."
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, using my weight to hold her down. "Is that what you want, Rivers? You want it rough?"
"Yes," she hisses, arching beneath me. "Show me what you've got, goalie."
I pull out of her completely and grip my stiff shaft in my fist. “You show me first, sweetheart. Open wide.”
She sits up, her mouth falling open without hesitation, a hungry look in her eyes and I guide my cock between her lips. The wet heat of her mouth engulfs me, and I groan deep in my throat as she takes me deeper than I expected.
"Fuck, Blakely," I growl, watching my length disappear between her perfect lips. Her tongue swirls around the head, and I nearly lose my mind at the sight of her beneath me, wearing my name, sucking me like she's starving for it.
I grip her hair, guiding her movements as she works me with her mouth. "That's it, Sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it."
Her eyes never leave mine as she hollows her cheeks, creating a suction that has me seeing stars. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”
I can't take my eyes off her as she works me with her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke. The sight of her wearing my name while taking me deep is almost enough to make me lose control right then. But I want more. I want to reclaim every inch of her body, want to remind her that whatever we have between us is far from casual.
"Enough," I growl, pulling away from her sinful mouth with a wet pop. "Turn over."
Blakely's eyes flash with defiance, that challenging smirk playing at her lips. "Make me."
Something primal surges through me at her challenge and in one fluid motion, I flip her onto her stomach, yanking the hoodieup to expose her perfect ass. She gasps, half in surprise, half in excitement as I grip her hips and drag her to the edge of the bed.
"You want to challenge me, Rivers?" I growl, my palm coming down on her ass with a satisfying crack that makes her gasp and arch her back. "Let's see how defiant you are when I'm done with you."
I bring my hand down again, watching the pink bloom across her skin as she moans into the mattress. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, knuckles white with tension, but she pushes back against me, silently begging for more.
