Page 52 of The Hate Date


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He pulls my leg across his torso and urges me to straddle him. “Ride me, baby,” he coos when I oblige. He guides his cock inside me. “I’ve been dreaming about watching your luscious tits bounce like this for months.”

“God, Joar.” I rise up on my knees and sink back down, making sure my boobs jiggle. “You feel incredible.”

Joar suddenly grips my ass to hold me in place. “Stay put. Let me drive or this will be over before it starts.” He rocks me back and forth. Thrusts up into me. “It might surprise you, but I’ve never had sex bare before. I’m losing my mind with how fucking miraculous your pussy feels right now.”

“How about now?” I cup my breasts. Circle my hips in a figure eight, ignoring his directive.

Joar’s eyes track my fingers, which are now pinching my nipples. Then lifts his shoulders to watch where we are joined. “Fuck, baby. You do it for me. I don’t even think you realize how much.”

“Yeah. Yeah. How about you rub my clit?” I close my eyes to try to ignore his sentiment, which I can’t handle. It’s too much. I’d rather get lost in our sexual connection. I’m overflowing with Joar. He circles my nub with his thumb. My nipples tingle. Pressure builds. This orgasm isn’t an explosion, it’s a rolling, full-body tremor. My back arches. I feel it in every nerve ending from the tips of my toes to my scalp.

I’m moaning. Sobbing. Wailing. I bite my lip to stop the tears, but I can’t.

So much for not giving in to sentiment.

“Shhh. Clover. Baby,” Joar whispers. “You’re breathtaking when you come. Please… I want to get you there again.” He spreads my pussy lips with his thumbs. “Give me your hand. I want you to feel my cock stretching you.”

“Oh, I feel it.” I practically giggle through my tears but allow him to place my fingers at the root as he pumps up into me. “God, you’re so thick. I’m still not sure how you fit in there.”

His breath is more labored now, I can feel him straining. Waiting for me.

“I’m so close, so close,” I cry, throwing my arms over my head so my breasts jut out.

He pinches my nipples hard. My eyes squeeze shut. It’s not enough. I’m frantic. Gyrating. Chasing. It’s right there. I need something...

When I look down at him in desperation, I find him studying me. “Let me.” He skims his hands around my body. Flattens his hands against my lower back. Presses me down against him. Rocks me back and forth. “Just relax, sweetness. We have all night.”

Our eyes lock. “Okay. I trust you.”

“Clover.” Emotion floods him and he stills inside me for a moment before gently shifting me on his cock in increments. Expertly reading my reaction because he knows precisely when my clit hits his pubic bone just right. “Yes. That’s it.”

Joar moves me back and forth. The stimulation is so overwhelming, so thorough, I have to brace myself with my arms on either side of his head. My breasts sway above his lips, allowing him to suck on my nipples as our bodies slap together.

“Omigod, Joar. What is happening?” I start losing my grip on reality again. The pleasure is so all-consuming.

How can it get so much better every time we fuck?

How?

Joar can’t control himself anymore. His hips are all over the place, bucking and thrusting. His head thrashes from side to side as he rocks me faster and faster. I bear down, clenching my teeth because I can’t help it. My body is trying to suck Joar inside of me entirely.

Suddenly, it’s like dynamite blows up. We both erupt until I’m overflowing with our combined release, which pools and trickles between us.

Many minutes later when I’m barely semiconscious, I flop to Joar’s side, exhausted.

He rolls toward me and envelopes me with his big body. “In the interest of transparency, I want to go all caveman on you right now. Tell you I’ll never let you leave. Tie you to this bed. But, I’m not going to pressure you. Or make demands. Or steamroll.” He kisses the side of my head. “I’m letting you take the lead. You giving me your trust means something. I trust you too, Clover. We have something of value here. I hope we’ve turned a corner and you want to see where this can go.”

“I’m happy, Joar. For now, can we leave it at that?” I’m so comfortable right now, I have no plans to bolt.

I also have no plans to stay.

I must live in the moment. Do what feels right to me in real-time. As much as I want this to be something, Joar has more to prove. Tonight’s a first step, but I’m not going to jump in blindly.

Impulsiveness leads to bad decisions. Like marrying a powerful man who wants you as arm candy. And a cock vessel.

He squeezes me to him. “I’m happy too.”

I nestle back against him. Close my eyes. Let myself relax.

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