“I hate you,” she whispers, but she squirms on the sheets. Drops one hand away from her leg and brings it to her tit, pinching her nipple hard. “Say it again,” I murmur. I press down on her stomach with my free palm, my fingers splayed out and stroking her skin. I can’t get enough of her, and I want to touch her everywhere. “You know how much it turns me on.”
