Falling Out of Hate with You (The Hate-Love Duet 1)

Soon, Laila’s eyelids begin fluttering. A soft, husky groan rises up in her throat. As her eyes roll back, she takes my finger into her mouth and sucks on it, hard, voraciously, like it’s giving her life—and a moment later, her body seizes with an insanely sensual orgasm that sends me to the very brink of release myself.

“Time for your penance,” I choke out. My breathing ragged, I step up onto the bench, place my feet on either side of her seated frame, and shove my cock at her mouth, nonverbally commanding her to suck it. Thankfully, she follows instruction well, and takes my full length into her mouth without hesitation. Immediately, she begins sucking me off with enthusiasm, like she’s auditioning for a managerial position at a brothel.

Muttering profanities, I grip Laila’s sandy hair to steady myself. To keep myself from losing it and shattering into a million pieces. Is there anything hotter than getting blown by the same dirty little mouth that, only days ago, told me to fuck off? If so, I can’t imagine it. Not in this lifetime, anyway.

But when my pleasure threatens to boil over, I decide it’s time to move along. As much as I’ve fantasized about coming into Laila’s mouth, many, many times, I’ve been dying to split her body in half with my cock, even more.

Shaking with adrenaline and arousal, I pull out of Laila’s mouth and moan at the sultry sight of her. Her full lips are slightly swollen from her voracious effort. And the effect is insanely sexy. Her blue eyes are as ravenous and hungry as I’ve ever seen them. In short, she looks the hottest she ever has to me. And that’s saying a lot.

“Come with me,” I choke out, taking her hand. I guide her out of the hot tub and lead her to a nearby lounger in a cabana. After grabbing a condom from my pants on the ground and getting myself swiftly covered, I return to her in the dark shadows of the cabana, spread her smooth thighs as wide as they’ll go—so wide, her pussy looks like a blooming flower on the cusp of losing its petals—and plunge myself inside her, growling feverishly as her body molds to mine.

I fuck her hard. So hard, I almost fuck her off the lounger. She digs her nails into my shoulders and keens like an animal as I move on top of her, and every sound she makes sends me higher and higher.

“Let me get on top now,” she gasps out. “I come when I’m on top.”

There’s not a doubt in my mind she’d come like this, and any other way I might fuck her, as long as she’s fucking me. But now isn’t the time to argue. I’ve got only one shot to convince this woman to do this with me, again and again throughout the rest of the tour, so I’m going to let her have exactly what she wants.

We rearrange ourselves, until Laila is riding my cock while I’m massaging her clit and telling her how insanely gorgeous she is. How good she feels. And in no time at all, she whimpers from the depths of her abdomen, digs her nails into my chest, and comes so hard, the rippling sensation of her muscles gripping my dick snatches every drop of air from my lungs, while threatening to pull the cum from my balls.

Somehow, probably thanks to the booze in my system, I’m able to hang on and keep going. I jolt to sitting and frantically begin devouring her breasts and nipples. I’m a hurricane of lust now. A crazed and rabid animal, and so is she. She pushes me flat onto my back again, and begins fucking me with a kind of fervor I’ve never experienced before. She’s not holding back. And I can’t get enough.

As she moves, I grope her ass. Grip her hips and move my body with hers. Sweat is pouring off me, mingling with the water still dripping off me from the hot tub. She’s glistening, too, giving it her all.

Finally, when I’m sure enough time has passed and touching her clit will only feel good to her again, I start massaging her the way I’ve already surmised she likes the best. Little circles in a slow and methodical fashion. And soon, my sexy little freak has an orgasm that’s so powerful, so forceful, so hot, it’s like her body is physically milking the cum from my balls.

As I let go and surrender to bliss, stars momentarily blind me. Without a thought in my head, other than “I want,” I sit up and grip Laila’s stunning face in my palms, dying to kiss her. But, once again, same as before, she turns her head and denies me.

Quickly, I drop my palms and lie back, remembering the deal. Trembling, I rest my forearm over my eyes, my body and mind reeling in equal measure. That was the best sex of my life. By far. And that should be enough. I shouldn’t want more. But I do. I want to kiss her. I want to taste her pussy, from every angle. And then I want to fuck her, again and again, in every position, in every new city.