Page 74 of Hate You Always


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“Yes.” I’m so worked up that I can barely force out the response.

“Then beg for it.”

My teeth scrape against my lower lip. As much as I don’t want to, I can’t stop the guttural word from tumbling free. “Please.”

“Please what?” He takes another leisurely lap of my softness. “What do you want?”

“To come.”

“How?”

Frustration spirals through me as a response explodes from my lips. “I want you to lick my pussy.”

“All you had to do was ask, baby girl,” he says with a growl.

I don’t know if it’s the endearment or the way he zeros in on my clit, but I splinter apart beneath his talented lips, arching into his touch, seeking out more of what only he can give me. My cries echo off the high ceiling and walls before ringing in my ears.

In that moment, I don’t give a damn who hears me.

I wouldn’t care if the stands were packed full of spectators watching us.

All I’m cognizant of is the sensation rolling through my body and the pleasure that has sparked to life in my nerve endings. It’s almost too much euphoria to be contained within the confines of my skin.

The orgasm that ripples through me seems to last forever. It’s only when I turn boneless, on the verge of slipping into the water and sinking to the bottom of the pool, that I crack open my eyelids and find him watching me as he wrings every last drop from my body.

He presses another kiss against my soaked flesh before drawing away and hoisting himself beside me. Rivers of water pour off him in a torrent as he wraps his arms around my exhausted body and drags me onto his lap so that his hard cock is pressed against my pussy and his mouth can take mine. He licks at the seam of my lips until I open before plunging inside. One hand tunnels through the tangled length of my hair, twisting the damp strands around his palm and drawing them taut until my spine bows. The possessive grip is enough to spark another round of arousal in my core.

He pulls away just enough to growl, “Can you taste your honey on my lips?”

The heated look in his eyes singes me alive. Any moment, I’ll burst into flames, and not even the water of the pool will be enough to extinguish it.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“One taste and I’m addicted.”

He kisses me again, dragging me to the very bottom of the ocean where I’m unable to breathe.

Or think.

The only thing I can do is give myself over to the pleasure he’s capable of.

“One lick of my lips and I’ll be able to taste you there.”

That’s all it takes for him to strike a match and set the world on fire.

And I’ll happily burn with it.

His arms tighten as he pulls me close enough to bury his face in the hollow of my neck. When his warm breath ghosts across my flesh, I realize how chilled my skin has become and a shiver dances down my spine.

He pulls away just enough to search my eyes. “Cold?”

“A little.” Although, not nearly enough to stop what we’re doing. I could stay here wet, naked, wrapped up in him all night long and not think twice about it.

Without further comment, his grip tightens around my waist, and he removes me from his lap as if I weigh nothing at all before popping to his feet. His fingers wrap around mine to hoist me up. After grabbing a towel from the bench, he drapes it around me. My body feels over sensitized against the scratchy white material. As soon as I’m taken care of, he grabs another and briskly dries himself off before tucking the towel around lean hips.

“Are you sure I can’t check off two items from the list? That orgasm…” My voice trails off. It’ll be a memory that I take out and relive for years.

His fingers lock around mine before he tugs me to him and presses a kiss against my lips. “What did I say about number six?”

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