Page 32 of Love to Hate You

Enjoying the fucking of a lifetime, the irrational part responds gleefully.

If I were smart, I’d end this now. But truth be told, I am so far away from that option. All I want is to do this. I grab his boxer briefs and yank them down. My greedy gaze dips as he helps shed them and heat fills my lower belly.

My God, the man is well-endowed.Mmm.I reach down and grasp his long, thick cock and stroke it hungrily.

“Hang on, baby,” he says.

A cry of protest erupts from my throat as he rolls away and starts digging around in the nightstand drawer. I’ve never been this hot for a man in my life and I dig my fingers into the bedspread, impatience making me writhe in absolute desperation.

Thankfully, he doesn’t take long, and I watch him tear a packet open and roll the condom on his very impressive cock. I should be annoyed that his body is so perfect but all I can do is pull him back down and kiss him fervently.

“Ready?” His hand makes its way between our bodies and when he slips a finger inside me, I arch up.

“God, yes,” I cry, twisting in anticipation. He keeps stroking, building the fire that’s threatening to consume me, and I am about to lose my damn mind. “Nash,please,” I beg.

His mouth edges up as his fingers keep working their magic, teasing me into absolute insanity. “Please, what, baby?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” I say, refusing to answer his question.

“I like hearing you beg,” he murmurs and flicks his tongue along my throat.

I’m surprised by his control when mine fractured a while ago. But it’s long gone and there’s no point pretending I still possess any shred of it. “If you don’t put your cock inside me right now, I’m going to scream.”

“Maybe I wanna hear you scream,” he says and rubs himself against my dripping core.

“Nash, please,” I say again without meaning to. But I think that’s what he was waiting for because he grabs my hips, lifts them up and positions himself at my entrance.

“Now, baby?”

I nod and he begins pushing his thick cock inside me and I wrap my legs around his waist, digging the points of my heels right into his ass. Hard. That’s what he gets for teasing me without mercy.

“Oh, God,” I murmur as he stretches my body, filling me to the absolute limit.

His hips begin to rock, and his slow, heavy strokes are making me whimper. I meet each thrust and almost lose my shit when his finger circles my clit, teasing until my body is clenching around him, trying to draw him even deeper.

But he’s buried to the hilt. Hitting me in all of the right spots and oh, my God. I’m not sure how much more I can take and a moment later, the world around me shatters as a climax rips through me.

My world explodes in sensation and, after several more hard, fast thrusts, Nash tenses above me and groans as a series of shudders roll through his body. Then he drops down on top of me, breathing hard. Our hearts are pressed together, pounding, and we’re clutching each other tight. For a long moment, we hold each other like that, bodies still connected, until we regain some semblance of control.

The moment Nash pulls out of me, I feel an immediate loss. It’s the oddest sensation and I’ve never experienced anything like it before.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“What?” I ask, still basking in the afterglow.

“It broke.”

“What broke?”

He meets my gaze, blue eyes no longer full of heat. “The condom,” he says.

My heart drops. “What do you mean?” I ask and sit up.

“I don’t know. The fucking thing just ripped.”

Panic slices through me as I try to figure out where I am in my cycle.I’m not ovulating, am I?No, no I don’t think so. My heart rate slows down a bit and I watch as he gets up and heads to the bathroom to take care of it.

When he returns, I meet his concerned gaze. “I think it’s fine,” I tell him.

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