Page 256 of Hate to Love You

I moan, the sound vibrating against his cock as he groans back. Relaxing my jaw, I take in more of his impressive length, before pulling back and sucking lightly on the tip.

The taste of this man is a drug, and my downfall, yet I crave it. He could ruin me, and I would let him.

Glancing up at him, his arm still covering his eyes, I catch him biting his lip.

He’s awake.

Sucking more of him into my mouth, I press my tongue to the underside of his cock, before swirling it around as I come back up. His hips rock automatically, chasing my mouth as I move up and down, with each dip of my head my speed and pressure increase, until his cock is touching the back of my throat each time.

Swallowing around him, I fight the urge to gag.

“Fucccck, Foxy,” he groans, his arm falling away from his eyes, which still haven’t opened.

Moaning around his cock, I suck harder, watching his neck tense.

His hands move, gripping my hair tightly in his fist, with an audible pop he pulls me off his cock. His blue eyes meet mine with a lazy smirk, before forcing my head back down.

“If you wanted me to fuck your mouth, you could have asked,” He growls, causing my legs to clench, and feeling myself dripping with need.

His tattooed hand reaches down, gripping his hard cock in his hand, he pumps it once, then twice, before slapping it against my lips.

“Open your mouth and take my fucking cock like a good girl.”

I moan against him as he rams his cock into my mouth.

With each thrust he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hooded gaze locked on mine.

Reaching down, I grip his balls in my hand, squeezing tightly as my mouth sucks him.

“You were fucking made for me,” he says, his head dropping back down the pillows.

Suddenly he tenses and holds me down, his cock filling my mouth, as his cum pours down the back of my throat. I nearly choke swallowing it all.

Before he’s even finished, he’s dragging me up his body and slams his lips to mine, tasting his release on my tongue. My pussy clenches as he moans against my mouth.

“I love the taste of me on your lips,” he growls. “It drives me fucking crazy.”

He lifts me, and the tip of his still hard cock teases my entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet for me baby. You’re dripping.”

With a growl, I push against his chest. I shove him back against the bed before mounting him and impaling myself on his cock as my muscles tighten around him.

“Shut up, and give me what I need.” I bark at him, rolling my hips and clawing at his chest.

His hands grip my ass painfully, spreading me further open as he lifts and slams me back down onto him.

“That’s it baby. Fucking take it.”

With each thrust our breathing becomes rapid, his groans driving me wild. He reaches down and gently presses a finger to my entrance, feeling his cock thrust in and out of me. Tensing, I feel his finger push against his cock, gently sliding into me as well.

Without warning his other hand grips my throat tightly,

“You,” he whispers, his lip curling. “Take my cock so fucking perfectly.”

He pulls his other hand out of me and suddenly rubs my asshole at the same time.