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

thumb with my tongue, and he groans—so I pull his blunt digit into my mouth and suck.
    He curses under his breath.
    I smile.
    He shoves it roughly over my tongue. I kind of asked for that.
    I still bite down around his knuckle, which he doesn’t seem to mind, because he reaches between us and fists his cock, rubbing it in my newly wet again sex.
    My eyelids drop, heavy with hunger for him as he takes me again. Slow this time. He braces his arms on either side of my head and starts moving, a liquid wave of pleasure between my legs and over my body.
    His gaze, always on me.
    This man loves me. He wants forever. With me.
    I can’t even…  
    “I love you,” I whisper, pulling him for a hungry, drinking-until-I’m-drunk kind of kiss. “I’m yours.”
    “Mine.” His eyes gleam at that.
    “All yours.” My courage is stoked by that dark golden pride. “Every last inch. Every last…hole.”
    I can’t breathe as he dips his head, looking between our bodies where he’s sliding in and out of me. His cock must be shiny with my wetness, but we both know he’s going to need more for what I’ve just suggested.
    “Do you have…” I trail off, my heart pounding a mile a minute as he looks back up at me.
    “Yeah. You sure?”
    “Oh yeah.” I want him to take my ass more than anything else, ever. It just feels right.  
    Time slows as he eases out of me. He kisses his way down my body at the same time as he reaches blindly for the bedside table. Snagging a bottle of lube, he tosses it on the bed next to me, then follows up with a condom.
    Interesting.
    I’m in an altered state, like I’ve taken a sex drug or something. I lick my lips. “Do we need that?”
    He blinks up from between my legs. His breath is hot on my now swollen flesh. “I’ve heard it helps. I want it to be as comfortable as possible for you.”
    My butt clenches—in a good way. “I want it.” I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair as he starts to lick me. “I’m not just offering for you.”
    “I know,” he murmurs before sucking ever so slowly on my clit. I can feel it getting hard and swelling against his tongue, and when he lifts up again, his face is wet. That just makes me hotter. He reaches for the lube and grins at me. “I’m mostly just reminding myself.”
    “Because…” I pant.
    Now his grin is huge. Like his erection, I’m sure. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Your ass is my number one fantasy.”
    “I want whatever you want.”
    “Dangerous words.”
    “Turns out I’m a dangerous girl.” I slide my hands up my torso and cup my breasts for him. “How do you want me? Should I roll over?”
    He rears up, all of his muscles flexing and straining in the lamplight. “Not this first time. I want to see your face as I sink into you.” He hisses in a breath. “God, you’re going to be so tight.”
    A helpless little whimper slips out as he spreads my legs wider and squeezes some lube onto his fingers. His hand disappears between my legs and I curl up, wanting to see more. I prop myself up on my elbows as the cold gel hits my skin, followed by his warm fingers. He doesn’t go straight for the bulls-eye. Like last time, he circles over my skin, wide at first, then narrowing to where I’ll take him, and I give up trying to watch because the sensations are already enough—I want to fall into the illicit touch.
    Stop thinking and just go with it.
    I close my eyes and sink back against the bed, arching my back as just the tip of one finger penetrates me. Yes. It’s just as good as I remember. Dirty and powerful and the most private touch imaginable.
    “That’s it, take it.” Cole exhales slowly as I relax around his touch and he slides inside easily with the lube. He strokes the back of my thigh with his other hand, still talking quietly. Beautiful. Sexy. Hot. I’ll never get enough of the words he fills me up with when we’re making love and fucking like animals and everything in between.  
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