Angry Sex Novels & Stories

" I asked, dreading his response. He snapped his head back like I had said the most ridiculous stuff he have ever heard. I got startled by his abrupt movements, I could see anger in his eyes, clouded with disbelief. Why? “How dare you say something like that? I can never be tired of you and I won't. I yearn for you and I would never want to live a second without the thought of you not being mine or by my side." “But you aren't acting like I am. It seems like I'm bugging you or a pest." “Wait! You have been thinking that? I would have lost it if you hadn't been here, your mere presence brings hope that things would be fine." “Prove it!" I said, my heart was pounding, he was annoyed and my wor

I wasn't a séx addict, but anger was something that fueled my séxual drive. An angry woman equated a séx maniac, and with the anger clawing at my insides, I knew I needed release. My hands moved to my pússy, my fingers sliding over the folds. I dipped a finger, then another, until three fingers were inserted inside of me. The wetness from earlier made it easy to pound into me with my fingers. I wasn’t satisfied. I thought about Edinson, his thick fingers being inside of me instead of my slender fingers.

I had never heard him speak in such a manner. "What? You're not man enough?" she teased even more. "We broke up two years ago, Evelyn. I have a wife now.". "I bet her tits aren't as nice as this," Evelyn interjected, rubbing her nipples, teasing Frank even more, tracing lines over her thighs. "I could really use some strong hands right now. I need to be punished.like the fucking slut that I am.". She said, Fuck, Evelyn was sexy. I'd never been turned on by another woman before, but this was different.

Burned by whatever that just was. “Ooooh, Sexy mad…. I love it when you get all seething hateful and bitchy. Reminds me of your toxic mother and the urge to smother you to death.” He retorts in sarcasm, cooling off from the hot and heavy he was a second ago and replacing that sexy expression with one of scorn. I wiggle one leg loose enough to bring my knee up with a thrust aiming right for his balls. Fuelled by a wave of inner anger I never knew I could possess. Incensed at him, I give it my all.

I shouted angrily at her and she stared like nothing had happened. “What is there having sex with you, this isn't our first time” get out of here now I shouted at her and she wanted no time before going out. I pushed her down on the bed angrily and she fell down heavily, I looked at her with anger rising in me and I chased her out of the pack.

Only for this woman, he showed his affection. “Look at me,” Russell asked. He removed Lunatte’s hand that was blocking him from looking at that pretty face. “Look deep into my eyes while we do it.” Both of them sighed when Russell started to move his hips. Starting with a slow tempo to get faster. Lunatte hugged Russell tightly. A sigh right beside his ear. It drives the man even crazier and craving her moans even more. “Angry sex is the best, isn’t it?” he whispered.

She stays in her underwear and then returns to me, climbing up my body this time, "It's been a while since we’ve been together." "I know," I groan, though I know it hasn't been that long. She smiles and sits on me, making me hate those pretty panties covering her pussy, "Why do you still have that on, Angie?" "Because I want to keep control of the situation for a little more," she whispers and stares into my face for a few seconds, "This is the first time we'll be having sex while we're both sober and uninhibited." I stay quiet, thinking about it. She’s right. I've been so focused on this shitty night that I hadn't thought about it, but Angelique's dominant presence feels really prominent to

he said I couldn’t contain my anger anymore, I held him up, his eyes showing no remorse whatsoever, it’s better to leave him and retire to my room. I let go of him, turned back. “I know you haven’t consummated your marriage…I’m sure she’ll taste as good as she looks...I’ll be sure to be the first for her” he chuckled. That was the last straw, I rushed back to him, my fists clenched and headed for his face. “No!! You evil man! Get away from my son” Maria kept screaming. Her voice overshadowed by the sound of punches that flew across Festus’ face.

"T-That's fvcking edited! Ooohh... T-Treyton..." "Aaahhh, I miss you! Fvck! I miss making love with you, Love! Ugggh, you're so tight!" I didn't think it was possible to have sex while being angry and yelling at each other. A few more seconds and we both reached the peak of the sky. My womb was warm and full of Treyton's liquid before he laid down and hugged me tightly. "Maybe we can talk properly?" I'm just quiet. He kissed my neck. "You explain first, love," he said softly.

I reached up and bit his shoulder as well. “Fuck! Yes, Cherry!” he cried. He collapsed on me, but didn't move. He only supported his body with his arms so his weight doesn't crush me. “There is nothing angry about the sex we just had," I told him when we were both calm. He chuckled and railed himself up. He collapsed beside me on the bed. His hand tugged me silently and I shifted until my arms rested on his chest. “Angry sex doesn't always mean inflicting pain on your partner.” He said, answering my observation. “And as much as I live for a little bit of pain here and there, I don’t usually go all out on first fuck.” He explained.