inches from hers, and I spit into her mouth. “Say it, princess. Tell me that
you’re my good little slut, and that you’ll do anything to please me.”
Some women are stuck-up bitches who don’t like to explore their
sexuality. Raylee Lexington Adams isn’t one of them. This woman is pure
ecstasy. The fact that I hate her fucking guts makes this even better.
Knowing she hates me just as much is icing on the cake.
We are hate sex at its finest.
“I’m your good little slut,” she finally moans, shifting on her knees once
again. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
I smile down at her.
“Please?” she begs. Her once red-painted lips are now smeared and open
for me again, so I let go of her chin but keep the other in her hair.
“Prove it,” I challenge, sitting back in my chair. Snickering comes from
the men sitting around the dining room table to my right, but I ignore them.
Leaning forward, she wraps her lips around the head of my dick once
again, and I shove her face down, holding my cock inside her mouth. She
shifts on her knees, and I lift my hips again, going deeper. The tightness I
feel once I slide down the back of her throat takes my breath away.
Fuck, I want to throw her on her back and fuck her face until I’m coming
all over it. But I can’t. Not tonight. I knew she’d come home wet and ready
for me. I had a plan. One that will come in handy eventually. I’m all about
playing games. Raylee and I have been playing them for years. And I
learned very quickly that the only way to win against her is to play the long
game.
Releasing her hair, I lift my hands and lock my fingers behind my head,
relaxing into my chair while she gasps and spits all over my dick. She looks
up at me through watery and matted mascara-coated lashes. A look of utter
desperation in her gorgeous blue eyes.
Fuck, she’s absolutely stunning.
My teeth grind at that thought. I hate that about her. How she parades
around town with other men. How she knows what to wear to turn me on.
And the fact that I can smell her in this house. It’s aggravating, to say the
least. I hate this bitch with everything inside me, but even I can’t deny that I
want her. That’s what makes this so much worse. That I can’t get enough of
her.
“I’m not convinced, princess,” I inform her, making a tsking sound with
my tongue and teeth.