Page 52 of Don't Hate Me


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“It will. I just need to come,please,Quinn.”

God. Her begging did something sinful to me. She may have been begging me for an orgasm, but if I didn’t get my own soon, I don’t know how much longer I would be able to go on.

“Maybe if you encourage me a bit more, I’ll think about it,” I said. “Are you forgetting I’m new to this?”

She threw her head back and let out a moan.

“Fuck, so good. You’re doing so good. Please—ah—yes, yes, just like that—”

Her mouth cut off into a cry when I brought her other nipple into my mouth. My hand worked between her legs, pushing her further and further toward the orgasm her body was begging me for.

I couldn’t get enough of the way she was gripping me. Of the way her cries filled the apartment. Of the way she was beggingmeto fuck her.

It became strikingly clear why she went to the club. Why anyone went to the club.

Up until now, I had seen sex as a transaction.

For money.

As a way to get a job done.

But this… ifthiswas what sex was supposed to be like, I would have no problem fucking Blake for nothing in return at all. All I wanted was to hear those sweet cries over and over again. I wanted to make her come so many times that the back of my head started to ache from how hard she was pulling on my hair.

“Ah—I’m coming, don’t stop, just keep it going just like that.Oh fuck—”

She came with a cry, her pussy fluttering around my fingers. Wet heat slashed over my fingers, and I was vaguely aware of her cursing between her moans. Her thighs shook so hard I was worried that I may have done too much.

But then her hand was there, forcing me away from her chest, only to crash her lips against mine.

I launched us back onto the bed, pushing her down so I was on top of her.

I ravished her mouth, moaning against the taste of her. Whoever the person I was before I stepped into this apartment was not the person who was shaking with need for Blake. Nor would I be the same when I left.

“I need to taste,” I murmured against her before trailing kisses down her body. She leaned into them, writhing under me as if each kiss sent a bolt of pleasure through her body. Her reactions were dangerously feeding my ego, but I didn’t want it to stop.

When I settled between her legs, I heard a sound of protest coming from her mouth, but as soon as my tongue dragged across the length of her folds, she quieted.

“Yes,” she moaned breathlessly. “Flat tongue. Drag up until—yes,like that.”

I did as she said, licking up all of her release.

If I thought her moans were intoxicating, the taste of her cunt was pure heroin.

I could feast on her all day. It was totally selfish and had nothing to do with the sweet noises she was making.Well, almost nothing.

When I got to her clit, I applied harder pressure, but it wasn’t having the effect I wanted, so instead I sucked the swollen nub into my mouth.

Her back bowed. Her hands were in my hair again. Her hips were grinding against my face.

I was the one between her legs, eating her pussy like it was my last meal, but she was the one taking control. She forced me to stay in my position as she shook and bucked her hips against me.

She’s coming again. Already.I knew women could come multiple times in one go. I knewshecould as well. But still, experiencing it firsthand was amazing.

She was so sensitive. So perfect. So… right. I had never seen a more beautiful picture than her coming while I fucked her with my tongue.

After she came on my tongue, I climbed back on top of her to pull her back into a kiss.

It’s a pity she has to die. If she didn’t, I would be tempted to keep her.

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