Page 14 of Hate to Love You
“Well, you know what they say,” I smile, running the head of my cock between her dripping pussy lips. “Small things, must give way.”
And before she can say another word, I ram myself into her.
Her yelp is silenced only by my mouth on hers, and she breathes in sharply as I slowly pull myself out of her and shove back in again.
“Holy fuck,” I grunt, burying my face in her neck, feeling her dripping cunt squeezing me hard with every thrust. “You feel so fucking good, Little Fox.”
The scent of her floral perfume mixing with the delicious oils on her neck fills my nostrils, driving me crazy.
“Shit,” she breathes heavily, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You’re not using a condom.”
“So what?” I whisper, thrusting harder.
“So,” she gasps, trying to focus. “What if I get pregnant?”
“Then we have a baby,” I smile, pressing my forehead to hers and squeezing her thick juicy ass in my hands.
“But…what about my husband?”
“If he knows what’s good for him,” I say, thrusting even harder, feeling my cock swelling at the thought of impregnating her right here, in the middle of the New York Public Library. “Your husband will take a long vacation, somewhere far far away.”
“And,” she breathes, biting her bottom lip. “If he doesn’t?”
“Then he’ll take a short vacation down a long flight of stairs.” I chuckle, slamming my cock in and out of her, hearing the sound of her dripping pussy with every thrust. “No one will ever hear from him again. And you getting pregnant with my baby won’t be a problem for anyone, will it?”
“Wait, Roman,” she groans, but only superficially, as it’s clear by now that she’s lost in the ecstasy of the moment too.
Fuck, I should do it.
I should put my baby inside of her. Breed her. Mark her. Claim her as my own, right here, in the middle of the fucking Annual Children’s Benefit. It would certainly be ironic.
And it would also certainly be everything I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on her two years ago, when she moved into my building…with her twat of a husband.
But his existence meant that every glance I’ve had of her has been stolen. That ring around her finger acting as a barbed wire fence and the only deterrent I’ve had to snatching her up myself.
“Roman,” she moans, gripping my shoulders tightly. “I…I…I think I’m going to cum!”
“Me too, Little Fox,” I whisper.
However, just as I’m about to explode up inside of her, a loud noise echoes around us.
Beep! Beep! Beeeeep!
The trilling sound of the obnoxiously shrill ringing in my ears suddenly interrupts what’s happening on my cock.
“What the—”
But I haven’t even finished my sentence before I find myself no longer in the New York Public Library…and instead waking up in my bed. In my room. In my penthouse.
And that’s where the unfortunate, and offensive truth hits me like a slap in the face: It was all just a dream.
A sinfully delicious dream that has already slipped from my fingertips and evaporated into thin air.
Beep! Beep! Beeeeep!
That’s not a motherfucking dream though…that’s a motherfucking fire alarm!
The siren echoes down the hall into my bedroom, blaring in my ears, making them pulse. However, somewhere between the monotonous beeping I also hear voices echoing from somewhere out in the hall.