Falling out of Hate with You: Hate - Love Duet Book One by Rowe, Lauren (novel books to read txt) 📕

I waggle my eyebrows. “There’s only one way to find out.”

She pauses. “Do you have a condom?”

“I sure do.”

“Okay, then.” She pushes out her incredible tits, opens her thighs underneath the water, and purrs, “Then you’d better get your annoying ass in here, before I change my mind.”

She doesn’t need to ask me twice. With my dick as hard as a stone, I rise to standing and begin peeling off my clothes. When I get down to my briefs, and lodge my thumb underneath the waistband, the look of molten lust on Laila’s face reflects my own desires back to me. Every cell in my body on fire, I slowly pull my underwear down, freeing my hard shaft and eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Laila.

“No Photoshop there,” she purrs with appreciation. “Damn, boy.”

I slip into the water across from her and she immediately rises and greets me. Without hesitation, she grips my dick under the water, while I take her stunning face in my hands, beyond excited to finally kiss the lips that have entranced me for so long . . .

But it’s not meant to be.

Laila jerks back, saying, “You’ve been smoking.” And when I nod, she adds, “We shouldn’t kiss, anyway. That’s way too intimate a thing for one-time-only revenge sex.”

I’m disappointed, but such is life. I should have known.

I drop my hands to her bare shoulders and guide her to sitting, while she maintains her firm grip on my dick. My heart pounding, I smile and say, “Kissing that dirty little mouth of yours isn’t what I’ve been fantasizing about doing to it, anyway.”

She returns my smirk. “You admit you’ve been fantasizing about me?”

“You’re not the only one who gets off on the idea of hate sex, Laila.” With that, I reach down between her creamy thighs in the warm water, slide two fingers gently inside her and my thumb over her clit, and proceed to massage and finger her, methodically, without variation or mercy, while tracing her gorgeous lips with my free hand.

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