Angry Sex Novels & Stories

I lit the cigarette and smoked it. I'm on break from my bar work, I'm a bit frustrated because someone slapped my ass with his bare hands and asked me to have sex with him. Why would I do that? I hate the word 'Sex' My Anger increased even more because of Meggay. She scared me to hell. Meggay was fuming mad earlier and the dark aura around her is making me scared. I inhale another smoked from the cigarette, I'm so tired with study in the morning and work at night.

“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

A violent, angry release. "Ahhh!" The woman cried out, a sound that was part pain, part…pleasure. He couldn't tell. He didn't care. "You want this, right?" he ground out, his voice a harsh whisper. "I'll give it to you. I'll satisfy you until you can't stand." He increased the pace and force of his thrusts. His movements were driven by anger, disgust, and a deep, abiding self-loathing.

I asked amused and she laughed slightly. "You were just talking about our honeymoon," she defended as I kissed her forehead. "Because your question promted it" "I want to be distracted" She reasoned earning a chuckle from me. "You will not use sex as an instrument of grief or sadness," "But you allow anger?" she asked amused shaking her head in disbelief making me laugh. "Anger is a completely different emotion, pent up anger and frustration requires sex, grief and sadness does not, what you need is food or tea,"

The hisses of their voices merged with the sound of their mingling breaths, a symphony of passion and frustration. With every touch, every caress, their anger transformed into a fiery passion that threatened to consume them. Their bodies moved together, a dance fueled by conflicting emotions that ignited their senses and obliterated the world around them. It was as if their love-making became a vessel to express the depths of their anger and desire, a way to bridge the chasm that had opened between them.

The risk, the anger, the love — it all mixed into something explosive. “Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me like you own me in front of the whole city.” Ryder growled and gave it to me. Brutal. Deep. Primal. One hand choking my throat, the other gripping my ass as he destroyed my prostate on every stroke. We came together violently — me shooting across our stomachs, him flooding my guts with thick, hot ropes of cum while roaring my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. But he wasn’t done.

He stabbed me hard and sharp again, it was wild, hot, dark and erotic. "Oh Ariana, you should feel my punishment," Sean sighed in between stabbing me, as I approached the top he stopped, I looked at him in confusion mixed with protest. "You're being punished, darling," he said with his leering, dark gaze. This is a disaster! I groaned in frustration. "Don't climax or I'll spank your ass." My heart raced like a horse in a race. Sean stabbed me again sharp and hard, seconds later he reached his release inside me. He leaned over and looked at me with his piercing gaze, and my guts shrank a little. He looks scary when he's angry.

I bit my lip as he licked my ear and sucked it gently. "Shit! I want dog style, Leah!" With Amoux's strength, he lifted me. He immediately inserted his cock inside me. I clung to the pillar of the chair because I could feel his wholeness more. He angrily slapped the cheek of my ass to make me moan more. I could feel my hole getting wetter. He pressed harder with each thrust and tweaked me. "Ahhh!! Leah, fuck you! I'm cumming!" He told me with difficulty. He bent my body so that my face almost hit the chair. Shit! Why does he seem so angry while having sex with me? Why does he seem to pour out his frustration on me?