Page 81 of Hate So Deep
“Fucking amazing,” he groans, licking between my folds.
Grabbing his head, I arch into his face as he licks me up, down and around before thrusting inside.
“Jesus,” I pant, tingles radiating from my core to basically every-freaking-where.
In a daze, I glance down and spy his sparkling eyes before he thrusts a finger inside me with a wicked smirk and circles my clit with his lips.
Groaning, I buck into the air, begging for more and he complies, biting down on it gently.
“F-Fuck,” I cry as I convulse and a rush of pleasure cascades through me on wings of wicked fire.
“That’s so fucking hot, baby girl,” he groans, his eyes meeting mine while he laves my clit in silken waves.
“Too much,” I rasp but he just grins wickedly.
“I’m not done yet.”
Oh. Shit.
Sliding two fingers inside me, he pumps as he sucks at my clit, alternating between gentle nips and wrapping his lips around it.
This time, the sting that rushes through me is almost too much and I close my eyes as the waves build again.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I meet his gaze.
My soul burns at the wildness behind his eyes while heat surges through me and I clutch my chest, exploding all over his waiting tongue.
I’m still pulsing deliciously when he stands and thrusts inside before pumping rapidly.
When I scoot across the bed, he grabs my hips and pulls me back. His brutal thrusts rub me in all the right places, and I slam my hips against him, chasing my pleasure while he plunders for his.
His lips pull into a smirk when our eyes meet before he taps my clit, rolling it between his fingers.
“Dirk,” I moan, biting my lip.
“Dirty,” he rasps, “fucking doll.”
At his words, I fly over the precipice as he flicks my bean and when he shudders inside me, I convulse in delicious waves before dropping to the bed with a dazed smile.
Later when I roll over, Dirk is still here but this time, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, with his head in his hands.
Although what we just did will live forever in my heart, seeing his defeated posture reminds me that this can never be more.
Ignoring the brutal burn of disappointment in my throat, I say, “If there was no blood on me when you brought me home, then where did it come from?”
I’m giving him an out not only for him but for me because I don’t want to hear how we can’t be together. It will only create another bruise in my already tender heart.
Dropping his arms, he stands and reaches for his pants as he says, “I don’t know but whatever it is, Lauren. It’s got nothing to do with your brother.”
While I want so badly to believe him, it doesn’t add up. Something happened and whoever it happened to, they lost a lot of blood. I had no beef with Aimee and even though she was at my house, I can’t think of a single reason why I would hurt her.
At least with Buck, we were almost constantly butting heads, and he scared the shit out of me.
Either way, this doesn’t involve Dirk. I need to either put this to rest as the unsolved mystery, it will remain or continue asking questions until someone has answers.
As if reading my thoughts, Dirk grunts, “Just let it go. Stop asking questions.”
“Why?” Leaning my head on my hand, I silently admire the way his chest ripples when he shrugs his shirt over his head.
