Page 81 of The Hate Date


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I nod, unable to speak, but happy I was able to give him that.

“Your turn, sweetness.” He works his hand down the front of my joggers. Slips his fingers past my panties and strokes through my folds. “You’re soaking. I think you liked deep throating me.”

“Mmm.” I work my jaw and wriggle against his hand.

Joar presses me back against the couch. Pulls off my bottoms in one movement. Slides his palms up the back of my thighs, spreads me wide and buries his face in my pussy. Plunges the fingers of one hand inside me and flicks against my bundle of nerves deep within my walls.

“Bear down,” he commands before sucking my clit between my lips. His fingers press and circle the deep spot when I lean up on my elbows and push. My entire core shakes and quivers and my orgasm rushes through me, erupting like an unleashed dam, soaking both of us.

Joar rips off his shirt and wipes us off. “You squirted. I made you squirt.”

“I guess it’s quite the oral sex kind of day,” I mumble. Use my joggers to soak up what I can get to. “Your couch is ruined, though.”

“Worth it.” Joar throws the shirt on the ground. Kisses me deeply. I savor our combined releases because it’s us. We taste perfect.

I cling to his waist and pull him on top of me. Joar rips my tank over my head, flings it to the ground and engulfs my breast with his mouth. His cock hardens to steel against my thigh.

“Fuck me, baby.” I thread my fingers through his hair. “Fuck me like you love me.”

He stills, and arches up to look at me. “I do love you, Clover. I love you more than anything in this world. I told you that in the hospital. When you didn’t say it back…”

“I heard you. I just wanted you to be sure.” I run my hand along his scalp. “Not because of the fire.”

Joar tugs my hips up. Lines his cock to my opening and consumes me with one dominating thrust. “I’ve loved you for so long, you don’t even know.”

“JJ…” A flush explodes across my chest and spreads to my face. My entire body is overwhelmed with a feeling that is heavy and light. Warm and fluttery. There has never been a moment for me where everything has been so incredibly right. “I love you, too.” I pull his face to mine. “I love you so much.”

Joar looks at me in wonder, as if I’m a fantasy. As if I’m something he could never deserve.

Something he could never keep.

Yet, he owns every part of me. Mind, body, and soul.

We are electricity. A current of emotion and need and desire that obliterates everything I thought I knew.

Everything I’ll ever know.

Except for one thing.

I belong to this man.

Forever.

Chapter thirty

Joar

One Month Later

I’ve missed New York City.

Nothing compares to the vibe here. Dynamic energy pulsates on every street and in every person. Ambition permeates every building. Creativity wafts through the air. When I moved here after college to get my business degree at NYU, I felt at home. Like I could vocalize what I wanted and the city would provide it to me. I knew I’d be successful. And I am. I’ve built the fastest-growing media empire in the world. I’m fucking omnipotent.

Indestructible.

No complaints. I’ve realized having Clover in my life is worth more than any amount of success, power or money.

But, I like having all four.

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