Hating You (Blackthorn Elite 1)

“If you were just going to take it from me, then why strike a deal?” For a moment, I stand there, staring down at my snow white beauty. Did she think I was going to rape her? The thought shocks me and at the same time, makes me want to laugh.

“I could have anyone I want at this school, Willow. If I wanted pussy, I wouldn’t have to rape someone.” It’s then that she almost visibly sinks into the mattress, her chest not rising and falling as rapidly as it was a minute ago. She thought I was going to hurt her… really hurt her. What the fuck? Is that what she thinks of me?

“I’m an asshole, a crazy bastard who you should definitely stay away from, but I’m not going to take something you aren’t willing to give me.”

Her thick lashes brush against her cheek as she watches me with caution, “What are you going to take, then?”

With a honeyed voice, I reply, “Whatever you give me.”

Using both hands, I slide them under her thighs and then lift, bending her, so her knees come back toward her chest. A tiny gasp meets my ears, but there isn’t a stop or no that follows the action, so I continue.

“Use your hands and hold your legs back against your chest. If you move, I stop and trust me, you don’t want me to stop, I mean it.”

Like the good girl she is, she moves one of her arms and wraps it around her knees. With both hands to use, I smile, and gently spread her folds, exposing her tiny little diamond of a clit. My tongue darts out over my bottom lip, and I feel my cock harden to the point of pain.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out?” I ask, even though I’m certain I already know the answer.

“N-no…” She stutters, her voice like silk wrapping around me. The fact that she’s so untouched, so perfect, it drives my obsession for her home. It makes me want to possess every inch of her, destroy all the good. Take and take until there is nothing left.

“Good, I’ll be your first and your last. No one touches this pussy, no one. Not even you. Not without permission. Do you understand?”

When she doesn’t reply right away, I pinch her clit between two fingers, forcing her attention to me.

“Y-yesss… I understand.”

“Good,” I whisper hoarsely watching as wetness drips down her thighs. She likes this, likes my control.

Rein it in. Calm down.

Exhaling, I let go of her clit and replace my fingers with my tongue. I flick it against the bud instead and listen as Willow lets out a hitched breath at the contact. It’s music to my fucking ears, and I do it again, just for safe measure savoring the salty tang of her on my lips, and tongue.

I’m consumed, completely fucking consumed by her, and I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when all of this is over.

“What are you going to do?” she asks her voice piercing through the heavy lustful fog around my head.

“Eat,” I answer, and drop down to my knees. Giving her no warning of what’s to come. I dive right in like a starved fucking man. Using my fingers, I spread her and start working her clit.

I suck on the tiny nub until Willow starts to squirm, and I feel her juices coat my lips more rapidly. Delicious. Without realizing it, she starts to buck her hips, and I flatten my tongue against her clit, letting her fuck my face with her inexperienced humps. I never want this to end, never, and that’s a fucking problem because eventually, it will.

Bringing a finger to her entrance, I test the resistance before slipping inside with ease. So goddamn wet and warm. She squeezes around my digit like it’s a cock, and I let out an animalistic groan against her clit.

Slowly, I start to finger her cunt, listening as she squirms against the sheets, her other hand thrusts into my hair, and she holds me in place as if she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. Fuck yes. This Willow I can handle, this one that wants me as badly as I want her. In this moment, it’s no longer about the hate we share but the pleasure.

Knowing she’s close, I pull back and place just enough pressure against her clit with my thumb to hold her at the edge. Then, I add a second finger to the first and start to move again, watching as she stretches to take both of them. It’s a tight fit, and I can’t fucking wait for my cock to be where my fingers are.

“Parker…” She moans my name, and I look up at her. Rosy cheeks, chest rising and falling as if she’s just run a mile. She’s beautiful, so beautiful it’s fucking tragic.