She fought him from the first touch. Her hands shoved hard at his chest, nails scraping skin as she hissed, "Get the fuck off me." But her legs were already spread wide on the rumpled sheets, and her cunt was slick enough to take every thick inch he drove into her without warning. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and slammed deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the dim room. She bucked and twisted, cursing him, calling him every filthy name she knew, yet her hips lifted to meet each brutal thrust like her body had its own filthy agenda.
He didn't slow down. He fucked her like he meant to break her open, grinding the base of his cock against her clit on every downstroke until her resistance started cracking. Her struggles turned sloppy, her thighs trembling instead of kicking. "No," she spat, voice hoarse, even as her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him.
He answered by flipping her onto her stomach, yanking her ass up, and spearing back inside. She clawed at the mattress, trying to crawl away, but he hauled her back by the hips and pounded harder, the headboard cracking against the wall with every stroke.
Her resistance never fully died. Even when she came the first time, sobbing and swearing, she tried to shove his hand away from her swollen clit. He laughed low and mean, rubbing tight circles until she convulsed again, juices dripping down her thighs. "Fucking liar," he growled against her ear. "You want this cock more than you want to pretend you don't." She answered with a broken moan and another weak attempt to twist free that only made him sink his teeth into her shoulder and fuck her through the aftershocks.
By the third round she was on her knees, face pressed into the pillow, ass red from his handprints. She still muttered "bastard" and "stop" between gasps, but her cunt sucked at him greedily every time he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. Sweat slicked their bodies. The air smelled like sex and skin and the faint metallic tang of her scratched arms. He reached under her to pinch her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, and that yelp melted into a long, filthy groan when he bottomed out and held there, grinding deep while she shook.
She came again with her teeth sunk into the pillowcase, body jerking like she was trying to escape the pleasure and failing. He followed right after, flooding her with thick pulses while she kept up the token fight, hips twitching back against him even as she told him she hated him. When he finally pulled out, his come leaked down her thighs in messy strings. She stayed on her knees a moment longer, breathing hard, then rolled away and glared at him with eyes that were still dark with want.
"Next time," she said, voice raw, "I'm really going to make you work for it."
He grinned, already half-hard again at the promise in her voice. "Counting on it."
