Sweet Hatred Chapter 344: "Then show me." r18

With a grin I couldn’t hide, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of my stolen briefs on her hips and tugged them down, slow enough to make her writhe. The fabric peeled away sticky, strings of her fluid clinging from the soaked cloth to her swollen pussy. Fuck, my mouth watered just looking at it. She was glistening, dripping down onto the sheets, her lips swollen and begging to be tasted.

The briefs hit the floor and I spread her thighs wider, my hands rough but reverent as I pushed them apart until she was fully exposed to . My cock twitched painfully at the sight, begging to be set free and stuff her hole with it. But I sucked a breathe, calming my own desires. Not when I could take my sweet ti.

I dove in, burying my face in her cunt like a man starved.

Her cry split the air, high and broken, her back arching as my tongue slid through every wet fold, curling inside her, sucking her clit like I’d been dreaming about every night. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders, trying to close around my head, but I held them apart, pinning her open and devouring her deeper, wetter, hungrier.

"Kael, oh my god, " she moaned, her hands clawing at my hair, trying to pull away but only managing to shove closer.

I groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her cry out again. Her juices coated my mouth, running down my chin, but I licked and swallowed every drop, desperate for more. My tongue fucked into her, ssy and relentless, then flicked up to swirl around her clit, sucking it between my lips until she scread.

I shoved two fingers inside her, curling them up against that spot that made her hips buck helplessly. She was soaked, so wet my fingers slid in to the knuckle without resistance, the squelch of her pussy obscene and loud as I pumped them in and out. My tongue never left her clit, lapping and sucking, greedy, filthy, unashad.

Her whole body shook, her thighs trembling as her moans turned into choked sobs of pleasure.

"Please, Kael, I," she gasped, breaking apart under , and I knew she was close.

I sucked harder, curling my fingers ruthlessly until she shattered, her orgasm crashing through her like a storm. She scread my na, soaking my face, cumming so hard she convulsed against , her nails digging into my scalp.

I didn’t stop until she was crying from oversensitivity, writhing away from my mouth. Finally, I slowed, kissing her pussy softly before dragging myself up her trembling body. Her taste was all over my face, dripping down my chin, and I didn’t wipe it away.

Instead I kissed her hard, deep, ssy, shoving my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. She moaned against my lips, her body still shaking under mine, and I moaned into the kiss, completely undone by her.

Her taste still coated my tongue, her moans still echoing in my skull, and I thought I had her under , thought I was the one pulling her apart. Then her hand slid lower.

I froze when her fingers tugged playfully at the waistband of my sweats.

"Aria," I warned, my voice already strained, but she only smirked up at , her barely-open eyes dark with mischief. Before I could stop her, her hand slipped inside, wrapping around my cock through the thin cotton of my briefs.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my forehead dropping against hers as I tried to hold onto the last shreds of control. "Fuck... you’re playing with ."

She squeezed , slow and deliberate, stroking along my length, and my hips bucked helplessly into her hand.

"Language," she threw back at , mocking the way I’d scolded her earlier. "What was that you said? Hmm boyfriend?"

Her hand moved again, firr, dragging over the thick outline of , and a curse ripped from my throat despite myself.

"Aria..." I growled, but it broke into a moan when her thumb pressed over the head, finding the wet patch of pre-co soaking through my briefs. She giggled, fucking giggled, when she felt it.

"Oh my god, Kael... you’re dripping." Her voice was husky, teasing, but there was heat in it too. She squeezed, rubbing the ss against the fabric until I was shaking over her.

I gritted my teeth, whispering into her ear, "If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck your hand until you can’t move your wrist. You think I won’t?"

She only smiled sweetly, pretending to pout. "Then maybe you should stop ..."

I groaned, completely undone, thrusting helplessly into her palm. The fabric was too thin, too soaked with , every drag of her hand sent shocks straight through my spine as I greedily reached for another kiss.

When she tugged my sweats down, I didn’t even think. I lifted my hips, helping her shove them off without breaking our kiss, desperate for her mouth, desperate for her touch.

Her fingers slid across her wetness and wrapped around bare now, slick with pre-cum, and she pulled back just enough to glance down, licking her lips like she wanted to taste. "You’re so hard, Kael," she whispered, her thumb saring over the tip, collecting the ss. "So needy..."

"Aria," I rasped, my head dropping back as she stroked , slow and torturous. My cock twitched violently in her hand, leaking over her fingers. "Fuck, if you don’t stop, "

But she didn’t stop. She only pulled closer for another kiss, her tongue sliding against mine while her hand pumped harder, dragging the pre-cum down my shaft until I was trembling. My self-control was hanging by a thread, every nerve screaming at to pin her down and bury myself inside her.

Then it happened, my cock brushed against her heat. Just the tip, wet against wetter, slick sliding against slick.

My vision blacked out for a second.

"Aria," I groaned into her mouth, my whole body shaking. "You don’t fucking know what you’re doing to ..."

And still, she ground herself against , guiding lower, until I felt my head nudge against her soaked entrance.

"Then show ."