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“I’m too ill for you to leave,” I lie, dropping back onto the mattress. “Go later.” I take a bold chance by looking up and saying, “Come back to bed.”
Stacey stands from the edge of the bed and turns with wide eyes. “What? No. I can take the sofa.” She points at the small, definitely uncomfortable couch next to the window. “Go to sleep. I’ll call an Uber when you wake up.”
“Suit yourself,” I reply and close my eyes.
It takes her a few huffs, an attempt to lie on the sofa, a scroll on her phone, before she gives in and pulls the duvet aside to climb in.
I smirk. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”
She slaps my chest. “I hate you.”
I roll onto my side and yank her back to my chest, so we’re in the same position we woke up in. Yet, this time, I’m awake and sober. “I hate you too.”
But I love how fucking much our bodies respond to each other.
“You’re getting hard,” she says, pointing out the obvious. “Stop it.”
I laugh – a real, genuine laugh I haven’t let out in so long. “I can’t help it.”
My brain restarts when she giggles. Fuck me, I’ve missed that sound.
“Turn around,” I demand.
She gasps and tenses her shoulders as I skim my teeth across her skin. “Why?”
“So I can look at you.”
“You’ve seen me a billion times,” she replies, turning around to face me. “Plus, that’s kind of creep—”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Freckles,” I warn, grabbing her ass and slamming her into my front.
“Or what?” she teases, hiking her knee so it rests on my hip. Her top rides up, my hand on her bare ass. She looks between us, my dick solid against her.
What the fuck did she expect?
“Wow. You’re really hard.”
I smirk, her heat radiating against me. “And you’re really wet.”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
I narrow my eyes, and she yelps as I roll her onto her back, grabbing her wrists with one hand and forcing them above her head. I shove my hand into her panties, groaning deeply when I feel how soaked she is. My fingers tease her clit, then I spread her folds with my pointer and ring fingers, and sink the middle one deep.
“Little liar.”
She whimpers when I pull my hand away, eyes widening as I press my middle finger to her mouth.
“Open.”
Her lips part, and I slide my finger against her tongue, letting Stacey taste herself. “You still taste like mine, Freckles.”
She rocks against my cock, and I tense.
“Keep doing that and I might fuck you.”
“If I let you.”
My hand pushes her wrists further into the bed, and I hear the hitch in her breathing. “Will you let me?”
Stacey, being a little cock tease, rubs herself against me again instead of replying. I groan, snatching her throat with my free hand. I know she loves this side of me – dominating, angry yet full of desire and lust. The rage between us mixes with the need to fuck each other’s brains out.
The crown of my dick is pressing against her entrance, but our underwear is in the way. I’ve never hated material so much in my life.
“As well as having a soaked pussy, your nipples are hard, your pupils are dilated and you’re breathing heavy. If you don’t tell me you’ll let me fuck you, I’ll use them as indicators and fuck you anyway.”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Obviously I want to fucking fuck you.” I push against her, wanting the barriers between us to rip. Her pulse hammers in her throat, and I run my thumb across her jaw before dragging her bottom lip down. “I’m not hard for nothing.”
“If you want me” – she grins as she pushes out two words I’m sure will make her feel powerful – “then beg.”
“You want me to beg? How would you like me to plead for your pussy? Vocally or on my knees?”
Her eyes spark. “Both.”
I loosen my hold on her throat. “Fine.”
She shrieks as I yank her to the edge of the bed by the thighs, her legs dangling as I kneel on the floor between them. “I’m going to eat first though, if you don’t mind?”
Perched on her elbows, she watches me take her thighs, spreading them wide. I can see her arousal through her thong, and I salivate, desperate for another taste.
I still hate her for what she did, but for some reason, the feeling is lessening the more time I spend with her. Is this me slowly forgiving her?
Am I breaking rule five ?
No.
We watch each other as I kiss her left inner thigh then lick and suck my way towards her underwear. Her legs shake when I reach her pale pink thong, right at the area next to her clit. I move over it with hot breaths before kissing my way down her right thigh.
“Fuck you, Kade,” she seethes, her chest rising and falling, her hands fisting the bedcovers. “I really hate you.”
“Really?” She gasps as I speak against her clit, the material grazing my lips. “Even when I do this?” Her body jerks as the tip of my tongue swipes up the side of her pussy. “And this?” The other side, and she’s whimpering. “What about here?”
She drops her head on a moan as I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue, the thin material doing nothing to stop me from tasting her arousal.
“Your cunt has been mine since you first opened your legs for me.” I hook my fingers into her thong. “Since you sat beside me at the pool house.” I slide the material down her legs, then throw the thong aside as her pussy welcomes me. “Since you walked into that fucking tent and kissed me.”
Her thighs tense as I plunge my tongue inside and pull it out just as fast, my eyes closing, teeth gritting as I attempt to control myself. Fuck. I might finish before she does.
“I’m going to kill you,” she mutters as I go back to kissing her thigh, trying to control my breaths, making sure I dodge her throbbing clit, breathing against it before I kiss the other thigh. “I’m going to find your gun and shoot you – or strangle you.”
“I dare you to try,” I reply, gripping her thighs in a deadly hold, spreading them as wide as her flexibility will allow. “I’m rather skilled at ending someone’s life though. But yes, do try, Freckles. I’d love to fuck you while you attempted to kill me.” And then I’m burying my face between her legs, devouring her.
Her entire body jolts as I shove my tongue into her cunt, before sucking and biting at her folds and clit, letting spit drip from my mouth as I lick from ass to clit. Her hands release the sheets and tangle in my hair.
“Please don’t stop,” she moans, grinding her pussy against my mouth.
She’s drenched, soaking for me. She tastes divine, addictive; I’d happily drown in her cunt.
I suck harshly on her clit as I ease two fingers inside, her inner walls immediately clutching them tightly.
I add another finger. Another gasp from her, and I’m painfully fucking solid in my boxers. I want to release her thigh and stroke myself, but I’ll leave that to her.
“Oh shit, Kade!” She moans loudly as I curl my fingers, hitting that sweet spot that has her perfect fucking cunt pulsing.