If You Hate Me

by Helena Hunting

“Might want to use your inside voice when you’re asking to get fist fucked.

pass. “You go ahead of us.” We step off to the side so the mom and her two kids can putt putt their way to happiness. “How did you figure that out?” I ask.

His free hand rises, and his fingertips skim the edge of my jaw until his pointer reaches the hollow behind my ear. His thumb follows the line of his fingers in reverse, traveling all the way to my other ear. His palm settles against my throat. He steps in closer until our faces are inches apart and his knee touches my thigh. His eyes are on my lips. “You look fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs.

“You might change your mind about my sweetness factor when I fuck your mouth later.”

“Hey, ’sup?” “My cock. Wanna come ride it?”

I lick her salty skin. “You taste like you want to be naked.”