“I fucking 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 really know me 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.

“Would you fuck me already?” she screeches angrily, her cheek pressed against the wall as I push on her arms, making her entire body flush with it.

“Bareback,” I growl to her whimper. Ever since we started bareback, I can’t stand to have anything between her heat and mine. I’m checked regularly, but Kota keeps me satisfied enough that I don’t need or want to look anywhere else. I hope it’s the same for her.

“Fine. Just do it.” Her words come out breathlessly but eager. Hearing those words, I know it’s the same for her, I’ve been the only one. She wouldn’t risk either of us, and it shows she has trust in me. I fucking like that a lot.

With my other hand, I pull up her leg, bending it at the knee. My dick has no trouble seeking the hot heat of her pussy and plunging in all the way to the hilt. She screams out and it gets garbled in her throat. Her pussy squeezes my cock trying to choke the life out of it. I press hard against her body, my hold on her leg getting tighter. I’m sure she’ll have a bruise, but she wouldn’t want it any other way. I know she secretly likes wearing my marks for a few days, even if she doesn’t say the words. I’ve seen her when she wasn’t looking, brushing her hand against her thigh. She may hate me, but her body fucking loves me.

I drive inside of her, thrusting hard and rough. This isn’t making love to someone. No this is pure, raw, hard, rough fucking. This is what Kota and I have, what we see eye to eye on, and it is pretty much all we see eye to eye on.

Her cheek moves up the wall as she stands on her tiptoes, trying to control what’s happening. I shove inside her harder, stopping myself when I’m fully seated inside of her.

Kota’s back glistens with sweat, a bead starting to roll down. I lick it off her skin, up her shoulder and around to her ear, nipping it. “I want you to fucking scream. Wake my fucking neighbors. Fuck, wake the whole damn city.”

“Fuck off,” she growls back, and I invade her body hard and deep. My hips strain, moving in quick bursts. Her pussy clamps down on my cock and the tingle forms in my spine, but I’m not ready for this to be over.

I pull completely out of her and rest my now throbbing cock in the crook of her ass, giving him just a second of reprieve. “You stupid piece of mother fucking shit!” she screams, trying to push off the wall, but my weight doesn’t allow it. Instead, she writhes, and I try to hold back my smile.

“You always say just the sweetest things, Kota. Told you to keep your mouth shut. How many times do you think I can bring you to the brink and not let you fall over? Three, four, five? How many?” I will my cock to calm down. I have excellent stamina, but Kota does something to me that I have difficulty controlling. Another tidbit that I keep to myself when it comes to this vixen.

“I didn’t come here to be taunted, Teo! Fuck me now!” Her anger is mixed with lust and wanting. If she was really pissed, I’d know. This is taunting, something that we do best with each other. She isn’t going anywhere until we are done.

“Beg,” I reply, moving my dick back between her folds but not entering her.

“Fuck off! The day I beg for you…” She trails off as I push into her hard and fast.

“I said fucking beg, Kota,” I growl, my hands tightening on her wrists, pushing them harder into her back. She will comply. She always does. Kota fights until she can’t anymore, then bam. I get what I want, in many ways, and she does, too.

“No.” The word is moaned but said through clenched teeth. She is trying hard to hold out. Fuck yes, keep trying, Kota.

“You want me to pull out again? Leave you against the wall unfulfilled?” I taunt. Little does she know that it pains me like no other not to be inside of her. Not to fill her with my seed and hear those sexy as hell noises that escape her lips when she comes all over me. But hell no.

“You’re a dick, you know that?” I chuckle. I’ve been called so much worse by her, that one is laughable. I’m pretty sure she has a complete dictionary dedicated just to me.

“You love my dick.” I thrust up hard, her warmth engulfing me.

“Love it when it’s inside you.” Thrust.

“Love it when it’s filling you deep.” Thrust. “Now fucking beg.” I release her leg, but she keeps it up on her own accord. I reach around her body to her clit and rub it like hell with three fingers. Her pussy contracts, and I slow. “I said fucking beg.”

She whimpers, and I rub hard again and thrust. “Please.” It’s so quiet that I know she didn’t want me to hear it. Didn’t want to give in, but I knew she would. She knew she would, and that is what pisses her off. I also admired it. Her holding out, standing her ground as long as she could. This is why she’s the only one who does it for me.

“That’s my girl.” I pick up the pace while rubbing her nub of nerves hard as I unleash. Her hips buck, meeting my thrusts. Thunder pounds in my ears as the tingling in my spine is too much to take. Kota screams, her pussy constricting down so hard on my cock that the tingling moves to my balls, and I erupt inside of her, grunting out my release. I continue thrusting throughout, but my head swims and my breaths are hard to grasp. I’m floating, inhaling Kota’s scent, sucking it like a dying man needing breath.

Kota’s whimpers pull me out of my stupor, and I release her arms and wrap my hand that was on her clit around her waist to hold her up. She falls back into me as I hold our weight. Our breathing continues to labor, and I pull out of Kota, sit on the floor, and hold her as she slumps into me.

This is the only time she allows us to have this connection. Without a word, I soak in the feel of her. It’s also the only time where we aren’t fighting and slinging insults. This makes it that much more enjoyable.

I rest my face in the crook of her neck as her head falls back to my shoulder. I wrap my other arm around her and hold her tight, knowing that at any moment the mood will be spoiled and shift. I dread that moment, but it also excites me. I realize I’m pretty twisted.

I inhale the scent of vanilla that surprisingly has a splash of strawberries in it along with her lust-infused sweat. Her head moves slightly, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds now. I squeeze her body tight, just needing that one last feel of her.

If I thought that I was remotely good enough for this woman, I’d have claimed her as mine years ago before this whole fucking each other thing started. It wasn’t that I couldn’t give her everything she’d ever want money wise, that wasn’t the problem. The problem is me. The fucked up shit that runs through my head over and over and never stops. She deserves better than that, better than me, and I want that for her.

Kota moves, sitting up and pulling me out of my thoughts. Her long chocolate brown hair falls down her back in the slightest of waves. Her ass moves on my semi-hard dick, and I hold in a groan. I just had her, and I could have her again. Only her. She’s the only one. But it’s better this way. We go on with this hating each other thing, get our fill and go on our way. Sucks, but it is life.

“Mateo?” she croons in her after sex husky voice, giving me the cue it’s over. The moment lost.

“Yeah.”

She moves off me rising to her feet, her heart-shaped ass in my face. She walks over to her clothes, not turning around and beginning to dress.

“Gotta run,” she says in her haste to get dressed. Every scrap of clothing is covering her luscious body, and all I get to see is her back. She never faces me after sex. Never. I’ve tried calling her name, tried turning her to me. Nothing. She refuses to look at me, making me feel like a huge shit in the process. I can’t blame her, though. Some days I have a hard time looking at myself in the mirror; for her it should be no different.

“Later.” Over the months we’ve been together, I’ve given up the cajoling or even the shitty words after sex to get her riled. It hasn’t worked, and I’m pretty sure it never will. Instead, I say nothing.

Kota grabs her bag, slips on her shoes, and leaves without another word. And like a fucking putz, I sit on the floor of my living room staring at the fucking door, naked.