If You Hate Me (Toronto Terror #1) Read Online Helena Hunting

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Funny, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Toronto Terror Series by Helena Hunting
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Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
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I brace my hands on either side of her head and lean in so she can see my eyes. “Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I stroke her cheek, and she chases the affection. “I won’t hurt you, Bea. If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, and I will, okay?”

“Okay.”

I kiss the corner of her mouth, and she reaches up and wraps her hand around the back of my neck. I indulge the kiss for a few strokes of tongue, rolling my hips to the same rhythm. It’s too intimate, though, and I need to remember that’s not what this is about. I want to push her to the very brink of her limits, ride her hard, and tomorrow, when she’s sore and moving is a monumental task, she’ll think about the things I’ve done. Her shame will make sure she never wants me again, and my guilt will do the same for me. It’s seeping in already. But it doesn’t make me want to stop. Not yet.

“Change of plans.” I press a knee between her closed thighs, and she parts them for me. Once her legs are bracketing mine, I fold back and slap her ass. “On all fours.”

She pushes up on shaking arms. I grab her hips and pound into her, my pace as relentless as it is brutal. Bea drops to her elbows and rests her cheek against the mattress, her other hand coming between her legs to stroke her clit. But fuck if I’ll let her come again, yet. I stop thrusting and drop my hands to my sides.

She whines her displeasure. “Don’t stop. Why did you stop?”

“I’m doing all the work.” I smack her ass. The right cheek is pink now. “It’s your turn to fuck me.”

She mutters something I don’t catch.

“What was that?”

“I can’t help out much when I’m a pretzel.” She starts rocking though, slowly at first, but she finds a rhythm and picks up speed, spearing herself on my cock. Her arms shake, and she moans every time her ass hits my pelvis. Juices run down the inside of her thighs and sweat breaks out across her shoulders and the back of her neck. She’s close, but she can’t tip over the edge. I grip her hip and drag my thumb along the inside of her thigh, gathering wetness.

I stay deep, only pulling out a few inches before I push back in and drag my thumb along the divide. She tenses when I press against her ass.

“Relax.” I rub my thumb in slow circles. “Anyone ever get in here?”

She shakes her head.

“Good. It’s mine then.”

“What?” Her head whips around.

“Calm down. I’m not fucking your ass, Bea. Not with my cock, anyway.” But I would. If this were more than a one-time thing, I would relish being the one who gets to have her. I rock my hips so the head rubs exactly the right spot. I press against her opening and my thumb slips inside, up to the first knuckle.

She sucks in a gasping breath.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” she whimper-moans.

I knead her hip, rocking to keep her focused on how good it all feels. I push in further until I reach the second knuckle.

That earns me a high-pitched, “Oh, God.”

With one hand on her hip and my thumb anchored in her ass, I start fucking her again. She moans and whimpers, chanting nonsense as she comes and comes again. I yank my thumb out and grab her ponytail, pulling her up, her back to my chest.

I wrap the hand that was on her hip around her throat, holding her against me as I ram into her. My teeth sink into her shoulder, and I lick my way up the side of her neck. Biting the edge of her jaw, I slide my free hand down her stomach and cup her pussy as I drive into her. “Every time you think about the things I’ve done to you, and you’ll think about them often—” Probably with regret. “—you’re going to wish I’d taken your ass, too. And it’s going to drive you fucking mad that I didn’t, because you’re too inexperienced to handle me.”

That’s how I’ll feel about it, anyway. And I’m not above getting inside her head like she’s gotten in mine. No one has shaken me the way she does, her little barbs a constant prick under my skin.

She opens her mouth to spew some shit, but I shove three fingers into it and rub circles on her swollen clit. Her teeth clamp down, and she shudders violently. I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s come. I’ve never had sex with someone who can come as often and hard as she does. She must have been up in her head the other night. She’d been going at it for at least half an hour before she yeeted her vibrator at me and fucked herself out of an orgasm.


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