Page 58 of I Love to Hate You
“Fuck, it’s so good that I don't want to come yet,” I admit aloud. “Turn over.”
This time, instead of waiting for Maya to respond, I pull out, grab her by the hips, and flip her myself. She lands on her back and I recognize the smirk firmly planted on her mouth. She fucking loves it when I manhandle her, and doing it makes my cock throb.
“Hold your legs open,” I say. She obeys, tucking her hands under her knees and keeping her legs spread apart, putting her gorgeous pussy on display for me. “How are you even real? I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life. I’ve only fucked you twice and I’m already addicted to you.”
Maya smiles while I admire her, but the smile morphs to a furrowed brow and a gaping mouth when I lean forward and engulf her pussy with my entire mouth once again. I just can’t get enough of her taste. I use two fingers to pull the hood of her clit up so I can have free rein of it, and I suck it into my mouth, twirling my tongue on all sides of it before focusing on the center. She writhes above me with tightly closed eyes and her nails digging into the flesh on her legs while she holds them up for me. The sight of it all and the taste of her send me reeling, my cock aching for a release, and I jump up to slide myself inside with one powerful thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” she shouts, but she keeps her legs in place like I told her to while I fuck her senseless.
I place a thumb on her clit while using my other hand to grip her dress for leverage, and begin fucking her while I rub her center. Maya presses her head back into the couch as far as it can go while I focus on giving her exactly what we both crave.
I spend the next ten minutes fucking her nonstop, patiently taking as much time as she needs for her next orgasm to build up while I rub her clit and stretch her out, refusing to come until she does. My body aches in all the best ways as I continue pounding her, and the moment I hear her breathing become repetitive, I know she’s getting close. All I have to do is keep doing exactly what I’m doing and she’s going to explode.
“Do you want to come for me?” I ask.
She keeps her eyes closed as she pants. “Yes. I’m so close.”
“Beg for it then,” I demand.
Maya shakes her head. “No.”
“No?” I question, just before I stop thrusting. I keep my thumb on her clit, continuing to rub gentle circles on it as her eyes pop open.
“Oh, god please don't stop,” she pleads.
“That’s what I thought,” I state before slapping her inner thigh, turning it red in a flash. “Now fucking beg me to let you come.Beg, Maya.”
“Please!” she barks. “Please let me come. Please fuck me.”
I smile. “Good fucking girl.”
I increase the pressure on her clit as I begin pumping in and out of her once again. Each stroke is long and hard, and while her orgasm builds to a crescendo, so does mine. I feel the need to come skyrocket and fill my muscles with tension. An eruption is just around the corner, and this time I don't stop.
“Oh, god. I’m going to come. Please can I …”
“Give it to me, baby girl,” I command. “Come for me.”
“Yes, I’m coming!”
Maya’s body implodes and goes into convulsions beneath my grip, and the sight of it is enough to send me over the edge. My own orgasm detonates, and I pull out my cock and stroke it while still rubbing Maya’s clit. She has a gorgeous seizure on the couch while I send thick strands of cum shooting all over her belly, my head aimed skyward until both of us are completely spent. I collapse onto the floor, leaning against the couch as Maya finally drops her legs and lets out an exhale, her intense bliss subsiding slowly.
The two of us go completely still while the sound of breathing takes over the room. There are no words to describe what we just did, but I know we won’t be able to undo it. After tonight, I won't be able to hide how I feel about Maya behind fake anger and dislike. The truth will be too strong, and to make matters even more difficult, I don't even want to suppress it anymore. I want to let it out, because while I’m not in love with Maya yet, I am definitely in love with what we just did. I need more, and the idea of having it forever doesn't sound too bad either.
I went all in for her tonight. I had a feeling in my gut that told me she was in danger. I looked for her. I found her. I protected her. I beat men to a pulp for her. I broke fingers for her. I became an animal for her, and there isn’t a single hair on my head that has a regret, because all of my chips are at the center of the table now. I’m betting it all on her—on us, and I’ve never been more confident in my odds.
Thirty-Seven
~ KENDRICK~
“Ouch.”
I suck in a breath as I pull the alcohol-soaked towel away from Maya’s eye. “Shit. Sorry.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” she asks playfully. “Is that what this is, Kendrick? Do you want me to die right here on your bed?”
“I’m sorry,” I chuckle. “How was I supposed to know you’d still be bleeding in the morning? There are fibers from the pillow stuck in the cut, so stop being a baby and let me take care of you.”
Maya turns her head and glares at me. Even first thing in the morning, she’s still gorgeous, with eyes that clutch my soul. The sunlight bounces off of her face and makes her skin glow, and all I can do is shake my head, in awe of her beauty.
