Page 35 of Ruining Hattie

BASTION

T his must be what heaven feels like, I think, as pleasure flows through my body like honey. Hattie’s pussy is a vise around my cock, and all I want is to ride her so hard she doesn’t know up from down. But this needs to be good for her too, so I have to go slow—at least, at first.

I force myself to still, to allow her to get used to my size. I kiss her brow. “You okay?”

She nods, and I slowly pull myself out, then slide back in.

After a few pumps, her body relaxes, and I speed up the pace.

Hattie’s legs tighten around me as I drive into her.

The ponytail she wore to dinner is splayed across the bedding.

When I first saw her tonight, all I could think of was what it would feel like to wrap it around my wrist while she’s giving me head, but that’s for another day.

Hattie’s eyelids droop with lust, and her mouth is parted as she stares up at me in awe. Having a woman like her look at a man like me with that expression could get addicting if I let it. I’m getting pulled into her. I can’t deny she’s sucking my soul out of my body and into her own.

Staring at her isn’t going to help if I want my plan to work.

With pain lacing through me, I pull out of her without warning and sit back on my knees, pushing a hand through my hair. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She flips without argument. At least this way I won’t have to look her in the eyes.

My palm runs down the globe of her ass. I have no control, so I give it a swift smack that echoes through the room. Hattie yelps, but the yelp turns into a moan, and she arches her back as if she wants more.

“You like that?” I fist the base of my cock and run it through the wetness at the center of her.

She groans my name and pushes against it.

“Look at your greedy cunt, Hattie. Just waiting to be filled by me. Is that what you want? You want me riding you from behind like I own you?”

Her fingers squeeze the bedding. “Yes. God, Bast, yes.”

The sound of her using the shortened version of my name makes me slam into her.

Hattie cries out but pushes back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Both our breathing is heavy, and I watch as I fill her again and again.

The condom glistens with her arousal, and for the first time in my life, I want to feel what it would be like to fuck a woman with nothing between us.

I continue to pound into her, and she takes me. She takes every inch of me without complaint, reveling in it. I lean over her so that my sweat-slicked chest is flush with her back and reach around to grip her neck, then I pull her up so that she’s raised on her knees before me.

She leans her head back into me so that her throat is even more exposed, and I tuck my face in there as I bring my other hand around to her mound and her swollen bud.

With my hand gently squeezing her neck, I push up into her, showing no mercy.

My other hand circles her clit, and the faster I go, the more she tightens around me.

I lift my head to watch our reflection in the window, like a transparent version of us overlaid on glass. My balls tighten at the sight, and I’m already ready to throw in the towel.

“Are you gonna milk my cock when you finish, Hattie? Is your cunt hungry for my cum?”

“Yes, Bast. Please,” she pleads. “Please, Bast, please.”

Her begging only draws my orgasm closer.

She’s come undone, and knowing I’m the one who’s gotten her here makes me feel like a fucking god. Her god.

I pinch her clit, and Hattie’s cunt clamps down on me while she bucks in my arms, moaning my name. Her orgasm is too much, and my balls tighten up. I spill into the condom, holding myself inside her as my dick twitches.

Releasing my hold on her neck, I nudge her forward and we lie down, me behind her with my softening dick still inside her.

“Are you okay?” I ask in a rough voice.

“Yeah.” She nods against the pillow and shifts her legs to get in a more comfortable position. I pull out of her.

When something scratches my shin, I look down between us. “You still have your shoes on.”

She looks down, then looks over her shoulder at me, and we both laugh.

“I’ll be right back.” I go to the bathroom and dispose of the condom, then wet a washcloth to help clean Hattie.

But when I return to the bed, she’s fast asleep. The thought that I should bring her back to her own bed occurs to me, but that seems like a dick move, even for me, and I’m trying to get this woman to fall for me. So I pull the covers over her instead, then join her.

I tell myself that the reason it’s so easy for me to fall asleep is because I just had an epic lay.

I wake up to the feeling of soft fingers tracing a path on my left shoulder blade, and before I open my eyes, I know what Hattie is looking at.

“Morning.” My voice is rough with sleep as I slowly open my eyes.

“Were you born with this?” Her finger continues to trace my heart-shaped birthmark.

“Yeah, I used to tell the girls in high school that it meant I was born to be a lover.”

“Oh, boy.” She chuckles, and I push away the warmth that blooms in my chest at the sound. “Did it actually work?”

“Sometimes.” I roll over to face her. “Would it work on you?”

She bites her bottom lip. “Well, I already know you’re a good lover, so that’s not a fair question.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Good?”

She flutters her eyelashes and shrugs. “How about fantastic, amazing, the best ever? That better?”

“Much.”

I study her and how she looks having just woken up. Her makeup is still on from last night, smudged under her eyes, and her hair is mussed. Regardless, she has this innate childlike innocence. Suddenly, I feel every one of the thirteen years between us.

“How are you feeling after last night?” I’m not sure why I’m asking, nor why I care that it even came to my mind in the first place.

“Amazing. You’re amazing.” She presses a chaste kiss to my shoulder.

Something comes to life in my chest, but I push down the feeling and change the subject. “I have to go into the club early today to meet someone, but you stay here and go back to sleep for a while.”

I arranged to meet with Sean later this morning.

Sure, I could have done it later in the day, but I liked the idea of forcing that asshole to get out of bed, and I don’t really want Hattie around when he’s around.

She knows nothing of the arrangement he and I have, nor do I want her to.

I’m not sure how she’d feel about it and subsequently me, so it has the potential to derail all my plans.

But Sean needs to know that I’ve put out feelers to some other organizations in the area if he doesn’t back down about decreasing my cut.

“I am tired. Someone kept me up late last night.” Hattie runs a finger down my chest, and my dick twitches under the sheet.

I need to get the hell out of here before I’m balls deep in her again and miss my meeting.

“Mmm, well, be prepared for me to do it again tonight.” I give her a chaste kiss. “If you want.”

She rolls her eyes. “Like I’d turn you down. All I can think of since we started fooling around is what else we might do and when we’ll get to do it again. Watch out, you might have turned me into a sex addict.”

My head tips back, and I roar with laughter. “You’re not a sex addict. If I had to guess, you’re just now going through what a lot of people do when they’re teenagers first discovering sex.”

“All right, that makes me feel a little better.”

I roll out of bed, tugging the sheet back. “I’ll see you later then?”

She nods before rolling over and pulling the blanket up over her shoulder.

I allow myself one last look at the outline of her gorgeous curves under the sheet before I go to the en suite and pretend that I didn’t like seeing her in my bed.