Page 29 of When love and Hate Collide

"You’ve not seen nothing yet," he declares drily as he shifts from the undoubtedly uncomfortable position between my legs to lean over me. I peer up at him. “I’m going to ruin you.”

I narrow my eyes at him playfully, “Is that right?”

"It is," he voices assertively, using his knee he pushes my legs apart wider and intimately grinds himself into me, giving me a feel of his engorged manhood throbbing perilously against the zipper of his jeans. “This pussy will never be the same again after I’m done with you.” My lips instinctively part when he leans over, his soft lips a breath away from mine. “I’m going to make certain no other man will ever be equipped enough to satisfy you the way I can.”

Smiling sultrily, I hold his intent gaze, “Well, I truly hope you’re planning to stick around thenfriend, because I’m not the type to settle for a mediocre sex life." I express, tilting my head up a touch so my lips graze his as I speak.

"Fuck baby with a pussy this good, you’ll have a tough time keeping me away,” he murmurs sensually, using his lips to brush mine apart before he kisses me with a fervent need that makes a place deep inside me ache.

The tension between us sizzles and just as I’m contemplating breaking the promise I made myself and succumb to my inner nympho and let him have his filthy way with me, the ringing of my phone rudely interrupts the moment.

We pull apart panting, and I curse inwardly when I realise it’s my ringtone. "Shit. That’s me." I tap his shoulder, and he shifts to give me enough room to reach for my phone that’s sitting on the centre console. I peer up at him and smile when he stares hungrily at my mouth.

"Hello?" I answer breathily, my eyes closing when he leans in close and brushes a tender kiss to my swollen lips.

"Bitch, where the fuck are you?!" Ashlyn’s voice shrieks down the phone, her tone resembling that of an old scratched-up record. “You better be on your way!”

My eyes snap open and I wince, pulling the phone from my ear. “Fucking hell woman, burst my ear drums why won’t you." I complain scowling while I rub my ringing ear.

"I’m going to hang you from your nipples you skank. It's past seven o'clock.” Ashlyn gripes irritably down the phone. “According to my calculations we should be starting to get ready right now! Get your ass home, hoe!” I gasp, when I look over at the dash and see the time.

I should have been home an hour ago.

“Chick, I’m so sorry, I’ll be home in twenty—” I start to say and my date shakes his head, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Forty minutes.” I finish and he smiles, pushing me back down into the leather seat.

“Jey—”

“I’m coming,” I say and snap the phone shut, moaning when his hot mouth descends on my aching mound once again.

“Not yet, but you certainly will be.” he drawls roguishly licking through my slick folds.

“Fuck, you have five minutes.” I groan, biting my lip as I curl my fingers in his hair and rock my hips up into his mouth.

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“Thank you for inviting me out today. I had a really nice time.” I say earnestly as he takes my hand and helps me out of his car.

“So did I,” he replies, wetting his lips as he places his large hands at my waist and draws me close till I’m pressed against him. I tilt my head up to peer up into his eyes. “Though, I really wish we didn’t have to end our day as abruptly as we did,” he admits, affectionately brushing the back of his fingers against my cheek. I close my eyes fleetingly and lean into his touch with a sigh.

“Me too,” I disclose regretfully and open my eyes to look at him again. “There’s a couple of things I wish we didn’t have to end so abruptly, but that is the least of my concerns right now, as I’m sure my best friend is currently plotting the many creative ways she can murder me, and make it look like an accident.” I explain with a smile when he watches me, his eyes gleaming with mirth while they dart between my eyes and my lips.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure my neurotic sister is devising my demise as we speak also. She’s likely murdered and revived me in her head a myriad of times by now.” I snigger and push up on the tops of my toes, snaking my arms around his neck when he draws me closer so I’m flush again him.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure knowing you.” I tease, slanting my lips over his. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

“The pleasure was all mine.” He leans in closing the tiny gap between our lips.

This kiss felt different from the ones we’ve shared before. It’s slow and full of meaning. It wasn’t a kiss of hunger, need or even passion. It’s the kind of kiss that sends your entire world spiralling into complete chaos and confusion and makes your heart swell like it’s about to explode with gratification. Even though we are both running late, our kiss went on for some time. Every time I go to pull away he would tug me back, or I would groan and kiss him again.

"Mm, I… really, really have to go now," I sigh in between kisses. A distinctive sound of a grunt emits from him and after one last suck on my lower lip he draws back and regretfully ends the kiss. We share a meaningful look as I step back and he watches me back away.

"I'll see you."

"You can count on it, Angel," he claims, his eyes still on me when I glance back at him as I walk away.

My phone ringsincessantly on the drive back home. Ashlyn’s pissed with me and I’m not even sure what I’m going to tell her. If she finds out I’m late because I was out with a girl instead of helping her she will castrate me. I make a quick detour to go pick up my shirt from the dry cleaners. After parking my car into the garage, I walk into the house humming to myself as I mosey over to the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water.

“Wherethe hellhave you been?!” I hear Ashlyn’s voice shriek behind me. I stop mid-sip and start coughing when the liquid goes down my windpipe. I turn to look at her standing by the kitchen door clad in her pink tank top and boy shorts and a head full of curlers… or is it rollers?

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