Page 1 of Hate Sex
Chapter 1
Mateo
“Ifucking hate you,” Kota growls, tearing off the large buckled belt I have threaded through my jeans and tossing it to the hardwood floor. Before the loud clatter, her fingers inch to the button ready to take what she wants from me. Oh hell fucking no. She’s not in charge. She is never fucking in charge. I grip her wrists roughly, pulling them over her head and locking them there with one hand. Kota’s breaths come out in small pants, and her already hardening nipples poke through the fabric of her baby blue t-shirt, just begging me to lick and suck each of them.
“Not as much as I fucking hate you.” I crash my lips to hers in a punishing, teeth smashing, air sucking kiss, and her body becomes pliant under my words. Kissing and fucking her are the only ways to keep that smartass mouth of hers from spewing shit out of it like verbal vomit. I’m happy to help her shut it up.
I push her hard against the wall of my apartment, pictures clattering to the floor breaking in the tumble, glass shattering and skidding around. With my dick pressed against her clothes covered core, I move my hips up and down, connecting with her pussy that is already hot and begging for me. Just like every other fucking time.
That pussy wants me.
She fucking wants me.
What I can give her no other motherfucker on this planet can. I know this. She knows this. That is why we keep playing this fucking game. The game of wills, who is stronger. Who will come out on top? Me, of course. Every. Damn. Time. Even if she pushes and pushes, which she always does. It’s most of the fun.
With a hard, sharp thrust up, Kota screams ripping her mouth away from mine, gasping for breath. She was seriously close to coming without me even being inside her. Using one hand, I unbutton her jeans and pull them down over her tight ass just a touch. I slip my fingers under her lace covered pussy, finding Kota hot and ready. Her hips wiggle, trying to get me exactly where she wants me.
“Keep fucking moving, and I stop,” I bark as her hate-filled eyes meet mine and glare hard, entranced. She knew I’d do it. I’ve done it before, lots. I get what I fucking want and will take whatever means necessary to get it. If that means depriving myself in the long run, so fucking be it. She’ll do what I tell her to do when I tell her to fucking do it. She knows this too, but this is what makes Kota the best fucking lay I’ve ever had in my life. She doesn’t give in. She always fights, thinking somewhere in that twisted mind of hers that she will win. Even if we both know that it’s futile.
“Fuck off!” she yells in my face and snaps her teeth, threatening me. “Stop fucking smiling,” she continues, and I can’t fucking help it. She’s too damn much. I press my finger deep inside her pussy, her slick heat sucking me in and begging for every inch I can put in there.
“This what you fucking want? Will it get you to shut your damn mouth?” I slip in another finger and rub her clit with my palm at the same time. I do this rapidly, not allowing her the time to process anything and to only have the capability to focus on what my hands are doing to her body. I keep her wrists locked above her head and her back arches, offering me those pert tits.
Through her shirt, I grasp onto her nipple, sucking it hard and deep. Even through her clothes, I can feel the flesh elongating on the roof of my mouth. Her core drenches my hand so much I insert a third finger and really work her pussy as she closes her eyes.
I assault her other nipple with the same treatment all the while my hand works in and out of her pussy, hard and rough. The echoing sounds of her wetness and my fingers are the only noises in the room besides her sexy as fuck moans. My dick aches from behind the confines of my jeans pressing hard against my zipper, but he knows what’s coming. He’ll wait for the prize.
“Fuck!” she cries, her head crashing back to the hard wall, her dark hair sweeping down it. I bite her nipple hard, bringing her back to me and she straightens. “You asshole!”
I chuckle. “Damn right I am.” My fingers continue their actions causing sweat to bead on my forehead. Her pussy clamps on my hand harder than before and she is seconds away from climax. I rip my hand out of her pussy and bring them to my lips, sucking each one of my fingers clean. Her taste explodes on my tongue in a combination of musk, woman, and vanilla. One of my favorite fucking tastes.
“You son-of-a-bitch!” she snarls, trying to pull her arms free from my hold, and I continue to lick her clean from me. She’s pissed, but the glint in her eye tells me she gets off on me licking her clean from my fingers. I give another long lick finishing, watching those flashes of desire she tries desperately to keep hidden.
“Don’t bring my mother into this. That’s just not right,” I tease, pressing my hard body up against hers. Her tits poke me and heat radiates from every place we were connected. Her lips are so damn close her breaths touch mine, the smell of wintergreen rolling off her tongue. “Time to fuck you.”
“About damn time,” she retaliates. She just bought herself some orgasm denial. Damn, I fucking love when she pulls this shit. My lips collide with hers, my tongue entering automatically, letting her taste herself inside me. She moans. This is one thing that really gets her going—her taste on my lips, and it turns me right the fuck on, too.
I push my tongue in as deep as I can, licking the corners of her mouth and sucking every damn breath from her. Her tongue reciprocates, trying to keep with my pace, but her arms start to sag in my hold, and her body rubs against me like a kitten in heat. Kota is no fucking kitten, though, more like a puma ready to pounce at the first moment I allow it. But I won’t. That’s not what we have. I’m in control, and that is why she keeps coming back. Always coming back.
Using my teeth, I pull her bottom lip out and away from her mouth as she gives a low whimper. Damn that’s fucking hot. I pull back from her. Kota’s body slumps to the wall, but she’s too strong to let that stand for long. I need to get a move on before her brain clicks back in.
“Strip. Now,” I demand, reaching between my shoulders and pulling my shirt away from my body. Not gonna lie, I work hard as hell on this body, sculpting and toning every fucking inch. No matter how many times I undress in front of Kota, her initial wide eyes and gaping mouth turn me on like no other. Being in fitness magazines, many people knew me. Many chicks knew me, but they don’t reallyknowme like Kota does. Others can give me the same look that Kota is, but it doesn’t work for me. No one worked for me like she does. No one. Ever.
Her eyes lock on me as she yanks her pants and underwear down her long, tanned legs, kicking them to the side as they hit the floor. Unzipping my jeans, I let them and my boxer briefs fall to the hardwood, my cock springing to action and ready to go. I almost feel bad for him, the way he throbs and searches out Kota’s pussy like a magnet pulling to her.
Kota pulls off her T, unclasps her bra, and lets it fall down her shoulders to her arms in the most erotic of ways. My tongue itches to lick that same fucking path.
“So, big boy. You going to do anything with that?” She points down to my dick that bounces off my abs at her words. “Or are you just going to stand there and look at me?” With her hip cocked and her hand on it, I have to say, I’d like to stare for a good, long time, but I won’t. That’s not what either of us wants.
In one swift move, I turn her, Kota’s chest to the wall, her palms flat against it. She pushes off her hands, but my weight on her halts her movements. I move in close to her ear, the tickling of her hair on my cheek. “You should know by now, if I want to fucking look, I’ll look. Right now, I’m fucking you.”
I thrust my dick as it lay in the crook of her ass, up and down. My dick elongates with each motion; only Kota can make me this hard. “Should I fuck your pussy or your ass this time, Kota?”
She moans again, the vibrations humming through both our chests.
I kick her legs apart wide, bend my knees slightly, and rub my dick between her slick, wet folds. Holy hell her heat can bring a man to his fucking knees. I grab her arms and pull them to the small of her back and clasp them with on one of my hands holding tight.
“You want this, Kota? Want my hard cock in your dripping pussy?” On this thrust, she pushes her ass further into me, and I know I hit her clit and she wants more. She wants more friction. I give two more quick ones hearing her gasp. She’s so close. Having her on the edge like this is the highest high a man could have.
