Page 110 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)

I’m too turned on to shove him away again.

I’ve missed him too much, even if I won’t admit it.

“Ditto,” I reply, spreading myself wider.

He grunts beside my ear.

Oh my God.

I stretch, and our hands are everywhere.

His kisses are hot and sloppy, and when his teeth sink down onto my lip, I taste blood right away.

I lean back, and his face is red with determination. He licks my blood off his mouth and pounds into me even harder.

“You can hate me all you want.” He bends down, and his tongue swipes against mine.

I kiss him back and bite his lip the same way he bit mine.

“But this pussy is mine, Sticks.”

Another orgasm builds, and I yell out his name. I know the entire house can hear us.

But I don’t care.

“Say it.” Stone’s grip is hard on my face.

My lips form a pout, but he squeezes my cheeks.

“Say it while you show me how much you fucking hate me, baby.”

He spins us without breaking stride. I’m on top, and his fingers pinch my waist with delicious pressure.

There’s a smack on the door. “Stone, we have to fucking go!”

“Leave without me.” His voice is eerily calm, even though he has sweat dripping down his face and a red flush creeping up his neck. “Do what you want with me, Wren. Get that hatred out of your fucking system, because I’m done giving you space.”

I move above him and try to focus on my own needs, but instead, I’m moving in the way that I know he likes and letting him touch every inch of my body.

“Fuck,” he hisses between his teeth.

I curve my hips, dragging my clit over his dick with the angle.

“You’re even more desirable with the look of hatred in your eye.”

His abs flex, and we move in sync. He thrusts into me as I come down on him.

“I love it when you hate me.”

I don’t hate him.

I wish I did, but I don’t.

That’s why I’ve pulled away all week. I’m not angry. I’m hurt.

I whimper when he pinches my nipple. I throw my head back when another wave of pleasure works down my spine.

Stone stills beneath me, and hot pressure fills me at the same time that he kisses me feverishly, like he’s afraid it’s the last time.