66: Triggered Rage

Jarren

I stalked back over to the bed, seething. I pulled the covers off of Jillie and slid back between her legs, pulling myself free of my shorts. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I knew I shouldn’t have been doing this while I was this enraged, but I also couldn’t stop myself as I buried myself deep in one thrust.

Jillie moaned as her breath hitched. Pulling almost entirely out, I snapped my hips and plunged back into her. It wasn’t long before my movements became too fast to be considered human. By this point, the only sound coming from Jillie was short breaths, yet my anger persisted. I was more than pissed that he’d walked in on us.

The more I thought about it, the more out of control my movements became, and the more anger I put into each thrust. I knew I should have tried to calm down or to stop all together, but I couldn’t. I was losing control of myself, and it was too late for me to try