Page 103 of His Untoward Hate

Jude tightly wrapped his arms around Sky’s neck. They locked into each other’s eyes, each gleaming with lustful desires. Sky locked Jude’s feet up on his arms, giving him wide access to his holy ground. He carefully entered Jude again in a straddling position. This time, Jude’s hole stretched out even more. It gave Sky a better position to glide. As he entered, neither of them broke eye contact, their gazes locked in a silent exchange that was both profound and piercing.

“I fucking hate you, Sky Granger.” Jude suddenly said while staring into Sky, moaning, mouth agape as Sky started pounding.

“Yeah?” Sky said, though it hurt him deeply.

“I hate you.”

“I know,” he admitted.

It only made him press Jude harder into his dick.

“Ahh,” Jude moaned audibly. “Ahh, I—fucking hate you!” Jude cursed, his arms tightly wrapping around Sky’s neck so that he would not fall.

Sky made sure to firmly cup his ass too, securing him in place, while pulling and pushing him harder to satisfy his hard, frenzied pet.

“You fucking hate me?” Sky panted, his voice husky and filled with need. “Do you?”

“Yeah, I fucking hate you! Ahh.” Jude said in conviction, while bringing a hand to wipe the sweat dripping off Sky’s forehead.

“Why are you riding my dick, then?” Sky said, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips, slipping with saliva, staring at Jude as if to devour him completely.

“Riding your dick doesn’t mean I don’t hate you,” he replied. “I hate you a lot. That’s the truth,” he said, with his hand on the side of Sky’s face.

“How?” he asked. “Ahh.”

“Ahh—I hate you since seventh grade. You are ruthless. Ahh—you are a fucking bully. You are arrogant. You are entitled. You are so bad. Very bad. You—ahh—are the worst of the worst. Ahhh. You are evil—ahh. I want you to know that.” Jude said between fuck.

“I already know that.”

“I’m glad you do.”

“You hate me, but you love my cock, yeah?” Sky said hoarsely.

“Yeah. It’s big.”

“It’s yours.”

“It’s all mine. Remember our oath, yeah?” Jude said.

“I swore to our oath, baby. You do the same, yeah?”

“Yes, daddy,” he said while running a hand through his buzz cut. “Fuck me.”

“Say please, baby.”

“Please, daddy. Fuck me harder!” Jude seethed, connecting their foreheads while their eyes fixed on each other.

“Ahh, fuck.” Sky trembled.

Sky could not help but release a huge load again. He pulled Jude closer to him, wrapping his other hand around his back, pulling him bare to bare with their sweaty skin, his mouth biting his neck while his dick continuously shot sticky liquid.

“Fuck me, yeah?” Jude whispered, now clinging to Sky.

Jude’s eyes turned white, feeling the heat of liquid filling him up. His hands wrapped around Sky’s head, one palm trying hard to rake his buzz cut, burying his face deeply into his neck. It gave him so much pleasure with Sky’s tongue licking and biting that sensitive part of his neck, while his long, hard dick moved to his stretched-out flesh.

“You love fucking me?”

“So much,” Sky replied softly.