Page 160 of Hate to Love You
I toss the knife across the room.
“But now,” I say, wrapping my hands around them, kissing her nipples and sucking sensually on each one as she throws her head back and moans. “I will not stop until I have you.”
Slipping my hand between her thighs I run two fingers along her slit, watching her shiver before I shove them deep inside of her. She gasps as I immediately twist them upwards and press directly on her G-Spot.
“Oh, fuckkkk,” she moans, arching her back on the bed as I continue my rhythm using my other hand to yank her short little skirt upwards around her waist, exposing her completely.
Fuck. Me.
Unable to stop myself I press my face to her pussy, pressing the backs of her thighs back toward the mattress.
“Holy Shit!” Abby gasps.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, still using my fingers to strum her from within.
Her body convulses, and squirms beneath me, but I hold her tightly, my cock starting to swell. Within minutes of my relentless onslaught, her breathing quickens, and I can hear her nearing her orgasm.
And just when she mumbles about being ready to cum, I immediately stop everything.
“Wait…wait! No! Don’t stop!” She whines running her hand through her hair.
Her cheeks are flushed, her lipstick is smudged, and there are tiny beads of sweat forming on her breasts, as her mostly naked body writhes on the bed.
“What do you want, Abby?” I growl, feeling my cock throbbing.
“You know what I want,” she whimpers.
“Tell. Me.”
Her eyes find mine and threaten to undo me right here.
She sits up in the bed, and immediately starts to unbuckle my pants. As she slowly, ever so slowly, pulls my zipper down she presses her lips gently against mine. I lean in to kiss her deeply, but she pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
“Roman,” she says, taking a deep shuddering breath as she frees my erection from my boxer-briefs, taking her time squeezing it end to end. “I want you…to show me why I shouldn’t just go home and use my vibrator.”
My jaw slacks, and I scoff.
Oh, you bold little bitch.
I snap, grabbing her jaw in a flash and pulling her sassy lips to mine, kissing her hard.
“Say it again,” I growl against her swollen lips, emphasizing each word.
“I want you—”
“No,” I whisper darkly, still holding her chin. “Say my fucking name.”
“Roman.”
The moment Abby utters my name, I release her, sending her crashing back on the bed. Without hesitation, I grab her left leg, and swing it over her body, flipping her on to her stomach and smacking her ass.
Her yelp is followed by a sassy little giggle, and so without any fucking warning, I shove my cock deep inside of her, and grip her hips hard, so my hands are full of her soft flesh. I ram myself into her, over and over, leaving my fingerprints on her fine ass with every swat.
“Oh, my fucking God! Yes!” She moans whorishly, as I feel my own orgasm building.
Without pulling out of her, I place my legs on either side of hers, and press my chest into her back. Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pull her face to the side as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her tightening little slit pinned here beneath me.
“Hear me now, little fox,” I growl in her ear as her moans get louder. “You can’t get rid of me now. If you run, I will chase you. If you hide, I will hunt you until the ends of the earth. There is nothing that can stop me from having you, Abigail. Nor will there ever be. You are mine.”