Page 47 of Hate To Love You

“Whatever. Like you haven’t thought about licking mine?”

“I’m a gentleman,” I reply with a slight smirk.

“Well, don’t be. Not right now. Give me your fingers.”

“We’re talking—”

“Oh, no. Not that. I’m not ready for that.”

“Okay. Just needed to confirm.”

I tease her clit while I double up my fingers and push them inside her. She makes a startled noise and then moans in pleasure.

“Yes. Please. It feels so good.”

Good isn’t good enough. I need other words. I want her to come. I want her shaking and coming on my fingers.

I pull them away, not so she can beg me, but so she can see me lick them clean. She tastes like heaven, pleasure, and all the good things in the world wrapped up into one. My whole body is screaming at me to feel her throbbing around my cock, but I use my fingers instead, pushing them inside her again and thrusting into her tight passage. I use my tongue on her clit until her head is lolling on the floor and her hips are pumping up and down.

My cock is really screaming at me now. He wants to be buried deep inside her. He wants her to ride him, put him in her mouth, and destroy another plastic chair I don’t have because, right now, she’s so wild. He wants her over and over again, but only because she wants it too. He wants her to tell me that she wants to feel me inside her for days after we’re done here.

I’ve never thought of thoughts like this in my life. She’s not afraid to tell me what she wants, and that’s hot as hell. I guess it has unleashed something equally unabashed in my brain.

I reach up a little further, and her breathing changes. It’s not just circling her clit that’s doing it. It’s what I’m doing inside her as well.

“Oh god,” she rasps with what sounds like the last bit of breath in her lungs. “I…oh shit. I…Apollo.”

“Are you going to come, Patience? Are you going to come in this treehouse, on my face, and on my fingers, writhing on the floor like a lusty goddess?”

“Ew, but also, that’s kind of hot.”

“Are you? Are you going to come harder for me than you’ve ever come in your life?”

I hit that spot inside her again, and I feel how wet she is. She’s wet enough that she’s soaking my whole hand. Her teeth start chattering, and her knees try and lock together, but since I’m between her legs, that’s not happening. She does ride my face, though. Wildly. I’m never going to forget a single detail about any of this. She’s so fucking hot, and she’s so hot when she’s fucking. Ha. How’s that for a tongue twister? But it’s still nothing compared to what I’m doing with my tongue at the moment.

She likes it, and I can tell she’s going to shatter. But I want to hear her say it.

“Are you going to come, Patience?” I ask again.

“That depends on how good you are,” she tosses back sassily, her voice wavering.

“I think I’m pretty good at this,” I respond confidently.

I attack her clit and work my fingers harder until I can feel her starting to come apart. “Yes,” she moans. “Yes, I’m coming. Apollo. Please. I—”

“Apollo?” a sudden voice calls out.

“Garp!” Patience frantically claws at the floor and tries to kick me away. Then, she shoots up and tries to grab her leggings in the next second.

I can’t think of a single moment when my dad has had worse timing.

“Answer him!” she hisses right next to my ear in her lowest, panic-stricken, most mortified voice. “Freaking answer him, or he’ll come up here. He’ll know what we’re doing!”

I point to the floor where the trap door is. I’ve locked it. “He can’t get in.”

“He’ll know what we’re doing for sure then! No one locks a door unless they’re fucking,” she tells me, her voice filled with urgency.

“I’m pretty sure just about everyone locks doors for other reasons.”

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