Sugar

“I bet you would.”

She could be so fucking hot when she turned feisty. I shoved her shoulder, and her back hit the mattress. There was no time for her to object as I blanketed her with my body, wrenching her pants down and tearing the thin material of her panties. Fucking gorgeous. And I absolutely loved the fight she put up.

“Tell me no, Avery. Tell me to stop.”

“Noah!”

The word stop or no didn’t come out.

“You’re heavy as hell!” She shoved my chest and grunted, the sound exasperated and adorably feminine.

I wrenched her legs open, and she stilled the moment my dick pressed against her opening. We panted but didn’t move.

Not wanting to push her too far, I gave her another chance. “Tell me to go home, Avery. Say no. Any one of those words you love to throw at me will work. You just have to pick one.”

Her eyes purposefully turned away. “I hate you.”

I knew it. She wasn’t like other women. She loved it rough and she needed it a bit out of hand to get off. She was a goddamn treasure and I wanted to bury myself so deep inside of her I was losing my mind.

“I’m not judging you,” I said, hoping we could cut all the bullshit.

Keeping her gaze turned away, she pursed her lips. “Men always judge.”

Maybe they did. And maybe I was. But I liked everything I suspected she hid. “Just be yourself with me.”

Her brow pinched as if she didn’t know who I wanted to see.

I needed her attention, so I turned her face back to mine and kissed her full lips with more need than passion. “Give me the real you.”

She hesitated a split second then shoved her tongue into my mouth, and I moaned at the delicious force. I loved her greedy, hungry side. Fuck the formalities. Fuck everything else.

I didn’t let it build or take any time to make us more comfortable. Every encounter with Avery was a game of King of the Mountain. We both loved the race to the top.

I fucked her hard and fast, my body overpowering hers, pressing her into the bedding as I trapped her wrists. She fought the restraint, yanking her arms free of my grip, but I eventually caught and subdued her struggles—sort of.

There were those forgotten moments, little pockets of time when her body turned nimble and she submitted to my desires. Her gaze softened and her mouth slackened, and everything in her expression screamed how much she liked being taken. But then she’d fight me again, as if some hard headed part of her awakened on fire and needed to take it all back.

Sex had always been good, but with Avery, sex was fun. We wrestled and laughed and gave as good as we got. Her natural setting was somewhere between pissed off and telling me to go fuck myself, but jumbled in all that beauty was a soft woman who just wanted to be held. The victory was feeling her relax in my arms. But, God, was it work.

“Stop fighting it.” My balls smacked her bare ass as I drilled into her tight little cunt, her arms now restricted by my grip.

Her body tightened, wrapping my cock in delicious wet, heat. She was going to come but, as always, fought letting go.

I laughed at her determination. She didn’t want to give me the satisfaction. We’d see about that.

I switched angles and pumped deep, using quick thrusts to hit all the right places. My mind fragmented as her pussy clenched my dick. Her back bowed, pressing against me, cunt throbbing, as she bared her teeth in protest and screamed.

Fuck, it was incredible. I refused to let her deny what was happening. I groaned. “I feel you coming all over my dick.”

“Fuck you.” Her words hissed through clenched teeth. “This is the last time we do this.”

My hand moved to her throat, holding tightly beneath her jaw. “More lies.”

I’d never been into choking—or so I thought. I’d never use bruising force with a woman, but with Avery, there was something so fucking hot about her resilience. I never doubted her ability to fuck me up if I went too far. Nor did I ever want to actually hurt her. She was … special.

I wrapped the delicate column of her neck in my fingers, seeing the contrast of our skin and watching her anger subdue to calm when I held her like this. There was no pressure, but she knew I had total control.

But she still challenged me. “Not a lie,” she gritted, chin tipped upward above the cradle of my fingers.

Slowing my strokes and holding her stare, I ground my cock against her swollen folds, and her lashes lowered. She was softening.

“How about we make a deal?” I never wanted to give her up. She was a drug, my greatest addiction.