Page 94 of Dear Hotshot, I Hate You

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She laughs against my mouth. "My boyfriend. My incredibly patient, infuriating, ridiculously hot boyfriend." Her hand slides down my stomach. "Who I need to stop being patient right now."

I push my sweatpants off, sucking in lungfuls of her scent. Mollie tries to grab my cock, but I stop her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them at the sides on her head. “I only get to do this once, Freckles. Let me do it right.”

She gives me a grin that nearly stops my heart. “Sorry. I’m just hungry for you, Alex.”

“One second.” I sprint to the bathroom to wash my hands, and then return, wiping my hands on a clean towel that I drop on the floor. “Now I’m ready for you, baby.”

Back on the bed, I kiss her, because how could I not. It’s a rare thing to be on the same page of wanting each other this badly; the first I’ve ever witnessed, at least. Brushing my cock against her burning hot pussy feels so good that I shudder. She rakes her nails over my back and that feels good too. Everything is heightened, exaggerated.

She raises her hips when the tip of my cock brushes her clit, moaning, chasing the sensation. “Fuck. Don’t tease me.”

What am I waiting for? I can’t think. Oh yeah. Protection.

“A condom,” I grit out. “Let me grab one.”

“Do you have to?” she asks, working her hips against mine. “I’m on the pill.”

“It’s for you,” I tell her. “The thought of you offering to fuck anyone without a condom makes me insane.”

“But it’s not just anyone. It’syou.” She smiles teasingly. “Doesn’t the team test you guys regularly?”

My jaw tenses. “Yes…”

“Then don’t worry about it, Alex. I trust you,” she says, smoothing her palms across my chest. “I want you, Hotshot. Nothing between us.”

I can hardly argue with that. It’s what I want, too, even though it’s selfish. Dropping a kiss to her lips, I line the thick head of my cock with her pussy. I rub the little bit of precum there, but it’s not needed; she’s wet and ready for me, her hands pulling at my hips, impatient.

So I push in slow, watching her face the whole time. Her eyes go wide and dark and her mouth drops open.

"Oh," she says. "Oh, that's?—"

"Okay?" I ask. My voice is completely gone.

"Fuck. It pinches a little. But I’m beyond ready, Alex,” she breathes. "Keep going."

She pushes against me so that I sink an inch deeper into her lush heat. She’s so tight despite her orgasm that I have to go slow not to tear into her. “Fuck. Fuck, Mollie.”

“Mmm. Yeah. It’s starting to feel good again.” She rolls her hips and I almost cum right then and there.

She’s so hot and tight and perfect that my whole plan to take this slowly dissolves immediately. She rises to meet me, her hands on my back, her hips tilting to take me deeper. Her mouth opens, her head tipping back.

I can’t help but fuck her, thick and rough. “Baby?—"

Her expression borders on ecstatic, her eyes sinking closed as I bottom out. She clutches my shoulders. Tensing, I roll so that she’s on top, astride me. She freezes for a second as she impales herself on my cock. “Fuck, Alex. It feels so good. If I’d known, there’s no way you would’ve stopped me from humping your leg until you fucked me earlier.”

She bounces on my cock, making my eyes roll up in my head. I lie back, finding her clit with my fingers, working the nub for all its worth. I won’t last very long. She begins pulsing around me, coming in waves that pull me under and milk my cock the way that only she could.

“Fuck yes. Fuck yes, I want to watch you come,” I say, fixated on her face.

I grab her ass and bounce her up and down, riding her through it until I can’t anymore. I pulse deep inside her, fucking my cum deep, filling her up until she can’t take any more. Until she leaks, making a mess of my lap and the sheets below me.

She collapses and I collapse with her and we lie there for a while just breathing. Then she laughs.

"What?" I manage.

She tilts her head up at me, her cheeks flushed, her hair everywhere and her eyes soft. "My boyfriend," she says. "I just wanted to say it again."

Ah, fuck.I pull her closer and press my mouth to her hair. I don't say what I want to say, because I'm not ready. Soon, though.