Angry Sex Novels & Stories

Paying more and more attention to really hot groupies backstage, or flirting more brazenly with attractive women. For awhile I thought maybe he was doing it to provoke a reaction in me – maybe stoke the same fires that had fueled our little bout of ‘hate sex.’ And it kind of did work that once. But you know how it feels really good sometimes to get angry? Just righteously pissed off? Super-fucking mad? It’s powerful. Like you have a nuclear-powered engine inside you. But the problem is, if you don’t get over it, it starts sapping energy out of you instead of creating it. It takes a lot of fuel to keep anger going, and it starts leeching off of the energy reserves that power everything else.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

’ He said, scanning the room and anger flaring through him at the devastation he saw, making his voice cold and distant. ‘Fuck you.’ She snarled, hurling another ornament at him, making him duck and step to the side to avoid it, and she saw her chance running for the door, but she wasn’t quick enough. Moving fast, he caught her easily, his arms going around her waist and pulling her against him, his mouth covering her anger as he kissed her passionately. Mervon fought him for about three seconds before she melted against him, kissing him back hungrily, not resisting when he lifted her and carried her out of the room and into another, kicking the door shut behind him. They crashed down onto t

If we are going to be together, then she needs to know what puts me off. “I woke up this morning naked, and you were beside me; how do you think that makes me feel?” I turned sharply, changing lanes “I don't get it, are you angry that we didn't use protection or the fact that we had sex? Make it clear.” Both. I was angry that we had sex. I only have sex with her to make her happy. It's not really something I enjoy. I can't really pinpoint why this particular one made me so mad, but it just doesn't feel right.

"Are you okay?" He looked up at me, his face bruised and bloody, but a faint smile played on his lips. "I think so," he said, his voice hoarse. "Thank you." "Lick my pussy, Angus." I asked him another round, feeling so horny. "Very well!" He responded positively and before I knew it, he bounced on me and started thrusting his sex tool into my loins. I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him to go faster. The adrenaline from the fight mixed with the raw desire, creating a potent cocktail of sensations. Each thrust was a spark, igniting a fire that consumed us both. I clawed at his back, my nails digging into his skin as I reached the peak of my pleasure. The world dissolv

“He’d break you. Our males are strong and our idea of foreplay would be rough wrestling to you.” “Okay,” she got out, stunned again. “Never stare into the eyes of an angry male because that is challenging too. Look down and hold still until they have time to calm their anger. Also, never allow him to share sex with you if he is really aroused because they can be aggressive to match their needs. You say no if Flame ever has the desire to bite you and take your blood during

bs and my mood turns cold. I try my hardest to turn my emotions off, after all its just sex. Why should this bother me, it won’t be the first time I’ve done it without it being my choice. I open my eyes and coldly stare at Mark. I walk toward him with my face emotionally blank. I stop inches away from where he sits with his eyes glued to me. Reaching behind my back, I pulled the string that is holding my shirt up. As my blood red top falls to the floor, I kept my eyes on Mark. I watch as he stares at my bare breasts and felt a little more in control of the situation when his mouth dropped open. I move toward him and placed my legs on each side of his legs in a straddled position never takin

“I said some things to him that would make the most even-tempered person mad.” “Damn, and lust didn’t supersede them both for him? Yep, he has to be pissed.” “And again, not being helpful,” Maggie said, glaring. “Not everyone’s libido works that way.” Joy arches her eyebrow. “So you’re telling me you and your husband never have had angry sex?” Maggie's face reddened, and she coughed. “That’s what I thought. The aggression and passion in angry sex is like no other. I bet if you and Sir Ansel had it, you would end up pregnant immediately.”

“Yeah, same thing.” “And a child? Someone like you should not be a mother. You don’t care about anyone but yourself. Which is clear from the story you just told. Your husband was drunk every day on his honey moon, clearly miserable, and instead of caring enough to help, you decided to try and have sex with him. Just like right now. Maybe this is normal for you, but getting shot at and driving across the country isn’t normal for me! And do you think some good old sex would fix it? I’m pissed off at you, not fucking horny!” “Angry sex is like the best sex,” I countered. What an emotional softie. Feelings? Ugh.

Just when black spots started dancing in front of my eyes, he finally pulled out. I gasped, desperately, coughing and wheezing as strings of saliva connected my lips that were definitely swollen to his glistening, angry cock. When the fuck was he going to cum? Before I could catch my breath, Calder flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders, folding me in half, and slammed back into my pussy with one savage thrust. Once again. “Calder!” I screamed. The stretch was brutal. He was so thick, so deep, that the burn mixed violently with pleasure. Calder didn’t give me any mercy. He fucked me like he hated me—no, no, he did hate me. This was the angr