My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I ignore it.
I groan and thrust against her, my cock rubbing against her heat, driving me insane.
She arches, trying to buck me, but she has no chance. I’m too strong, too fucking determined. I pull my hand from her mouth and grab her other wrist, consolidating them above her head under one of my palms.
“Stop.” She writhes and uses her heel to kick the back of my calf. “Get off me!”
I grip one side of her shirt—my shirt—and yank, the buttons popping free and revealing her round tits.
“No!” She screams.
“Stop saying no when we both know you don’t mean it.” I lower my head to one of her nipples and suck it into my mouth.
She squeals and kicks me again, her fingernails digging into the side of my hand.
I suck her nipple hard, then bite down on it with my teeth.
The sound she makes is a mix of indignation and pain. I love it. I move to her other tit, licking and sucking it as I run my fingers down her trembling stomach to her panties.
My phone buzzes again.
“Mateo, stop.” Her voice is breathy, her body flushed.
“You don’t want me to, princess. I know exactly what you want.” I slide my fingers into her panties and find her soaking. Another groan rips from me, and all I can think about is how tight and wet her cunt will feel once I’m balls-deep inside her. At the thought, I move my fingers to her hole and push inside. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So goddamn wet.” I pulse two fingers inside her, going to my knuckle before pulling out and bringing her wetness back to her clit. “You’re going to take my cock, aren’t you, princess? You want all of it.”
“N-no.” She moans as I stroke her clit faster. “Never.”
“Such a little liar.” I smirk and stare down into her eyes. “Will you ever tell me the truth?”
That fire lights in her eyes again. “I hate you!” she yells.
“Finally.” I kiss her hard, our mouths at war as I stroke her clit. “Open,” I grate against her lips.
She turns her head away.
I take the opportunity to fasten my lips to her throat, sucking her tender skin as I plunge my fingers inside her again and again.
She moans, her body shaking as I finger-fuck her, my cock demanding I do the real thing.
“I’m going to make you hurt, princess.” I bite her throat, leaving my mark. “I’m going to fuck you until you cry.”
“Shut up!” She tries to buck me again.
I grin as she meets my gaze again, because what I see in her now is what makes her fucking irresistible. She’s pissed. She’s fucking enraged—at me, at the wet state of her hot cunt, at how much she wants this despite telling me no.
“There you are.” I kiss her again, giving her no chance to turn away from me. With a harsh yank, I rip her panties off. She tries to pull her wrists free, to somehow escape my grasp. Not a fucking chance.
When I bite her bottom lip, she opens her mouth to scream. That’s when I sink my tongue in. She closes her mouth, ready to bite it, but I pull back, then attack her again, kissing her until she gives in, her tongue moving against mine, my fingers playing her clit.
She’s on the edge. I can feel it in the way her hips lock, the way she holds her breath.
I pull my fingers away and yank down the waistband of my boxer briefs. When my cock head presses against her wet flesh, I groan with pure pleasure.
Her eyes widen. “No.”
“Yes, princess.” I press my head to her opening.
“No!” She yanks, trying to free her wrists from my merciless grip.
“Stop lying.” I’m going insane, completely primal with my need to take all of her. “Stop telling me you don’t want this.” I bite her lip again, eliciting a moan from her.
My phone buzzes as a harsh knock sounds at my door.
I turn my head and yell. “What the fuck is it?”
“Sorry, Mateo, but it’s an emergency.” Sonny’s voice.
“So is this.” I stare into her eyes, into her fucking soul. I’m hanging by a thread, and all it would take is one small shove of my hips for me to get inside her.
“Red’s in custody at the border. Trying to bribe a federal agent. Someone gave him 50k and set him loose.”
Fuuuuuuck. I drop my head next to hers and realize my heart is not the only one that’s pounding. Hers is matching it beat for beat, the strain in our bodies like two magnets resisting each other, or perhaps it’s the opposite.
I release her wrists and sit back on my haunches. She scrambles away from me and yanks my shirt together, hiding her body from me.