Free Hate F*@k: part three by Ainsley Booth

came straight here.”
    Another swat. My nipples ache and I rub them against the blanket, the wet lace of my bra reminding me of Cole’s mouth there, stretching my arms in front of me like a cat.
    “That was dangerous,” he growls.
    “I’m sorry.” But I’m not. It was fine and now I’m here and this is perfect.
    “You should have called me.”
    I’m glad I’m not looking at him. I close my eyes and press my forehead on to the bed before admitting, “You would have told me I was being silly.”
    Instead of answering, he nudges me with his erection, and thrusts into me as soon as he finds my opening. Sounds spill out of me as he drags himself out and does it again, each surge more intense than the last. Deeper. Sweeter. More filling.
    Swat . “I will never think you’re silly.” Slap . The bite of each open-handed tap instantly fades into a lasting, erotic warmth that soothes and arouses me. “You’re amazing. Strong. Honest, Kind. Human.” He folds over my back, fucking me so hard it steals my breath. “So fucking beautiful, Hailey. Never silly.”
    I can’t think straight. No, I can’t think at all. There are things to say, arguments to be made, but I don’t have them. I just have Cole’s words filling me up as surely as his cock stretches my pussy. As his hands brand my ass.
    Against my ear, he’s talking again. “You need me, you tell me.”
    Sometimes I can’t .  
    His mouth is on the back of my neck now, his teeth against my skin, and I want his hands on my breasts. I try to lift up, but he’s got my hips pinned against the side of the bed, and all that does is rock my clit against the edge of the mattress.
    “Oh my God,” I moan, spreading my legs wider. I want that again, and when he rocks into me again, I get it. “Oh yeah. Do that…”
    He bites me, and I realize he thinks it’s his mouth on the back of my neck. Okay, that works too. Jesus, my mind is spinning in twelve different directions.
    And Cole keeps fucking me, hard and fast. “Gorgeous,” he mutters against my back. “So tight. Can I come in you?”
    Holy shit. I wasn’t even thinking about that. He pulled out yesterday. “Uhm…”
    He chuckles against my back and slams into me, holding himself deep as he slides one hand beneath me, across my belly. Going straight for my clit, but I’m good there.  
    “Nipples,” I gasp, and he changes direction.
    “Come for me. Be a good girl and have a fucking orgasm all over my dick. Make me feel it.”
    He’s got both of my tits out of my bra, and he’s squeezing them together with one hand, his thumb working one nipple, a slow roll, and maybe his ring finger one the other. I don’t know. I can’t see it, I can just feel it, but I’m feeling a lot of things.
    Inside me, I’m coiling tight. My core is throbbing, all the way from my clit, through all the nerve endings he’s rubbing deep inside me, to the top of my effing womb.
    And he’s still biting my neck and shoulder, little nibbles that make me gush each time his teeth sink into my flesh.
    I’m going to die. Or come, I’m not sure which.
    “Mmphf,” I say, not even a word, but that’s okay because now Cole’s grunting too. His legs brace behind me, nothing but two pillars of muscle, pistoning his hips as he thunders into me. Around my torso, his arms are bands of steel, biceps bulging as he pins me down and works me over.
    I’m sweaty, panting, aching…and over the moon happy. Deep inside me, the thick head of Cole’s erection rocks over the perfect spot, shifting my body forward, making my clit rub against the blanket at the same time as he pinches a nipple, and I tumble headlong into an earth-shattering orgasm.
    This is one of those climaxes that keeps going, probably because he’s still going. I arch my back, my clit suddenly too sensitive to touch anything, and Cole somehow climbs onto the bed, getting me up on my knees as he keeps screwing me, and now I’m full-on moaning with each deep penetration as