Love to Hate You: An Enemies-to-Lovers New Adult College Sports Romance
Love to Hate You: Chapter 22

Fuck me.

As wrong as this is, I don’t think anything has ever felt more right. The way her tongue laps against the head of my cock is pure nirvana. She’s taking these long slow swipes. Watching Daisy’s tongue dance across my dick is the biggest fucking turn on in the world. My eyes nearly cross when she licks me from the tip to the root and then laps at my clean-shaven balls.

Holy Mother of God.

Can I get an amen?

Gahhhhh.

The pleasure rolling through me is almost suffocating. I’m not sure how I’m going to last more than a few minutes of this sweet torture and she hasn’t even sucked my dick yet. I wasn’t sure how Daisy would feel about the whole shaving situation south of the border, but from the way she’s stroking me, she seems like a fan.

You know what started the manscaping?

A stupid bet that I lost sophomore year of college. I’ll tell you what, it’s the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I was pleasantly surprised by the reaction the boys were greeted with the first time I hooked up. Without the jungle of hair, they got a hell of a lot more play time.

So I kept up with the maintenance.

Can it be a pain in the ass?

Sure, it’s time consuming. But oh-so-worth it.

And since I enjoy a nice smooth pussy, I totally get it.

Hey, I’m not going to ask a girl to do something I’m not willing to do myself.

You’re welcome.

Kneeling between my legs, Daisy lavishes attention on one ball before slowly shifting to the other. I close my eyes and enjoy her talented tongue.

“I love how smooth they are,” she whispers in awe, confirming my suspicions.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Because God knows that I’m enjoying the fuck out of what she’s doing. I nearly swallow my tongue when she sucks one ball into her mouth and pops it free.

Holy hell.

Who is this girl and where did she learn to do that?

Better question—will she do it again?

I’m hovering at the precipice, and that little maneuver pushes me closer to blowing my wad. She gives the other one an equal amount of attention and licks her way up my shaft. Her tongue swirls over the throbbing head. Flattening her tongue, she caresses the delicate underside.

My fingers sink into her hair. I’ve spent years wondering what the texture would feel like. It’s more amazing than I imagined.

There are times when you want something so badly, that you build it up until the actual experience turns out to be a letdown.

Just to be clear, this is not one of those situations.

Not even close.

Being with Daisy is so much better than I ever dreamed. We’re talking years of denied desire raging like a beast inside me. I’m not sure if a freight train barreling down the tracks could stop this from happening.

Especially when Daisy sucks my dick into her mouth.

Holy fuck.

I squeeze my eyes shut and arch off the bed. All of my muscles tighten as she moves up and down my boner. Every time I disappear inside her mouth, she takes me deeper than before.

My balls tighten as an orgasm stirs within them.

Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock and strangle it in a chokehold. My hips gyrate with her movements. The suction of her mouth is the best fucking feeling in the world. I have no idea if it’s because she’s a champ at giving head or if it’s because this is Daisy, the girl I’ve spent years fantasizing about.

It has to be the latter. What I feel has everything to do with her.

My fingers tunnel through her hair. Not wanting to come in her mouth, I push her away.

“I’m going to come.” I urge her back, but she doesn’t budge. “Daisy, you need to—”

Oh fuck.

Too late.

When her mouth constricts around my cock, I lose it. I must be halfway down her throat.

I chant her name as my muscles tighten and an orgasm streaks through my body. Not once does she release her hold. Her lips wrapped around my cock as I spill my seed is like a goddamn revelation. My balls are empty, but Daisy continues to milk every drop from my shaft.

I’m a little lightheaded after that experience. I pry my eyes open and gather up her hair into my hands, so I can watch her lips move against my hard flesh.

“Fuck, Daisy,” I slur lazily. “That was amazing.”

My entire body is depleted and relaxed. If I’m not careful, I might slip into a coma. With one last suck, she releases my softening cock and nuzzles the head, pressing a kiss against the place where the tip should be.

But isn’t.

Because it feels like I blew the damn thing off.

I slip my hands under her arms and haul her up, so I can kiss her. Our tongues entwine as I drape her across my chest. There’s something comforting about her weight pressed against me, anchoring me to the earth.

It’s a fucked-up thought. One that should scare the shit out of me. I brace myself and wait for panic to set in. But it doesn’t. I tighten my arms around Daisy and lock her in place.

We’re both quiet. Maybe processing what just happened.

For once, words don’t seem necessary.