Angry Sex Novels & Stories

I knew what I would see. My pussy throbbed. I cried harder and buried my face into my hugged knees. I could still hear him knocking and calling my name but I blocked out the sound. I had looked forward to having sex with him, being with him in the same bed, and having him fill me up. But this…this was different. He was…angry. I could feel it in every stroke. A kind of anger that his voice didn’t give away. Did that mean that I couldn’t talk to anyone, a male, and not come back without him being mad and trying to hurt me with sex?

Khalid breathlessly asked, leaning forward, still buried inside me as he kissed my spine. “Because we are combustibles. We rub each other….” I groaned, rolling my hips for emphasis. “The right or wrong way depending on who you look at it. And that sparks a fire. The only way to put it out is sex or a cold shower.” I smirked over my shoulder at him. “I prefer the angry sex. But next time I piss you off, feel free to take a cold shower and see if that resolves your issue.” I suggested. He didn’t like my suggestion, smacking my ass in response before pulling out.

I said shoving my anger into her very welcoming pussy. "Oh gosh! Ahhh!" She moaned and whimpered as my thrust grew aggressive. She folded her hand into a fist, grabbed the edge of the table, gripped hair, anything to help her flow with my speed. "Angel!" She screamed but instead I raised one of her leg to the table. I grabbed her hands behind her pinning them then I continued to invade her without mercy. She moaned so helplessly only succeeding in increasing the pleasure I felt by releasing my anger through sex.

I do end our arguments like that but in my defense, his facts are shit. "No, we arrive at a middle ground." I settled. "Outspoken, I am not one for mysteries and I don't have superpowers. So I would like a woman that says when she's mad at me and doesn't sugar coat words to make me feel better." "Mysteries are fun," I muttered. "Not as fun as angry sex after she spits fire from her mouth." "Sounds disturbing." And hot but I wasn't going to say that to him. I turned when I heard my phone ring, I picked it up from the mat.

I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it.

Sera cried out at the sudden stretch, but pushed back against him, meeting every savage thrust. “You think I’d destroy the only person who makes me feel anything?” he growled, pounding into her mercilessly. “Someone is playing us both.” “Shut up and fuck me,” she snarled. He did. Harder. Deeper. One hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red as he railed her. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with their angry moans. It was hate sex at its rawest—punishing, desperate, emotional.

I wrapped my legs around him, gasping as he thrust into me in one powerful stroke, deep and unrelenting. The sex was angry and passionate—fast, desperate thrusts that shook the glass door, water cascading over our joined bodies. I moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as he drove into me again and again, his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting. “You’re mine,” he growled against my skin. “Don’t ever forget that.” “I know,” I gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust. “And you’re mine.” The climax hit us both hard—my walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me, his groan echoing in the shower as he spilled deep inside. We stayed locked together afterward, breathing heavily,

It takes a lot of fuel to keep anger going, and it starts leeching off of the energy reserves that power everything else. And I found myself getting angry, and staying angry, more and more often. Angry and jealous and insecure and depressed. So if he meant it to provoke me and turn me on, it backfired. I actually stopped being responsive and wanting sex as much because I was just hurting. And when we did have sex after that, I noticed it became less and less about foreplay and sensuality, and more just… ‘banging.’ He tended to do a perfunctory warm-up to get me halfway going, then we cut straight to the main act.

“Then learn how to control your anger! This isn't funny” “I know!” He yelled, scaring her with that tone, seeing how startled she was, he went slower and more gently. “You think I love this?!” He looked her in the eyes this time… Angela was surprised to see his eyeballs soaked. “I cried, I was asked to have sex I was angry, I will need sex. Happy, I need to have sex. I know no other way… Believe me…the therapists didn't help in any way either… I am too messed up to take the classes seriously. I hurt my grandma many times because of my messed up life… I…want to die or maybe have sex”.

“We’re both adults now, so there’s no reason we can’t discuss sex without it turning weird. Besides, you’re the one who brought it up.” I grumbled, but couldn’t argue. That much was true. “So, what happened after that?” “I tried another tactic. For a while last year, I temporarily swore off sex.” “All of it?” “Well, I’m no saint. Oral was still on the menu. But the actual act of penetration was not.” I made a noise of surprise. Was he serious or just trying to get a rise out of me? “Turns out women get pretty angry when you refuse to fuck any part of them except their mouths. Even if I offered to return the favor, they took it as a personal insult.”