Angry Sex Novels & Stories

he gestured crazily at my sweaty and naked body. “You didn’t mind me having no clothes on where you were having sex with me” I snapped back. “You made me have sex with you” he exclaimed, “you with your sexy body and your neck kissing” he let out a growl of anger, although lust swirled in his eyes. “So what you’re angry because I forced myself on you?” I asked sarcastically. “No, I’m not angry with you because of you seducing me” he barked out, “I am angry because of you seduced me into having sex with you after you admitted the fact that you don’t want to have pups with me” he growled.

Anna groaned into the mirror as he filled her completely. “My fucking God,” Anthony hissed. The sensation of her tight, wet pussy was insane. He clenched his jaw, let out a low grunt, and realized he’d have to fight to stay in control. “Yes... fuck me. I’m your slut. Fuck me, Daddy,” she gasped as he began to move. He didn't hold back. He slammed his dick into her with a violent, steady pace. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the small room. They didn't care who was in the hallway; the risk only made the sex better.

Our eyes locked, intense, hot, and lusty. “This time I won’t give you pleasure, darling. You’ll only get pain. I’ll fuck you out of anger. It’s called anger bang.” I shivered. “Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded. “Strip off your clothes!” He growled. ********

The room smelled of sex and my rage. I made them ride me together. One on my cock, the other on my face. They moved fast, grinding and moaning. I bit their thighs and spanked their asses while they rode. I felt my anger turning into hot pleasure. Finally, I could not hold it. I pushed both girls down on their knees again. I stroked my cock fast. They opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues. I came hard, shooting thick ropes all over their faces and breasts. I groaned loud as I emptied everything.

His hαnds were on my wαist, sliding down, gripping my hips like he couldn’t get enough. I should’ve pushed him αwαy. Should’ve screαmed. But I didn’t. I kissed him bαck, hαrd. My fingers fisted his shirt, my body giving in even αs my mind screαmed not to. He groαned into my mouth, one hαnd clenching my wαist, the other moving down to squeeze my thighs. His erection wαs firm αgαinst my leg. "You’re so sexy when you’re αngry," he murmured, dragging his lips over my jαw. Then he took my hαnd αnd plαced it over his bulge. "Look whαt you do to me... your αnger did this."

Stars explode behind my vision, my cunt pulsing around his thick cock as waves of pleasure crashes through me while I moan his name against his neck, my body shaking. Soon, his movements turn sloppier, and the next thing I know, he follows right after. Nathaniel buries himself as deep as he can and groans lowly as he comes, hot spurts of his seeds now filling my pussy. Once he’s completely finished, we stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard and still connected. But none of us says a word, and I know that whatever angry sex just happened will either make things better or worse.

He flipped me onto my stomach and mounted me from behind again, sliding back inside with a deep groan. “Round two,” he snarled, starting a slower but still powerful rhythm. “I’m not done with you yet.” The angry hate-sex continued for hours , raw, primal, and filled with the toxic mix of lust and vengeance that defined us. He took me in every position, knotting me twice more, filling me with load after load of his cum until I was a trembling, dripping mess.

He played with my clit, making my body shiver and almost convulse with need. I had never done angry sex before, but if this was it, I could get used to it. There was a silent battle going on, where both of us needed to punish each other and make the other quiver with want. The way he was grabbing and squeezing me would definitely leave some marks on my body the next day, but I couldn’t care less at that moment. If anything, I liked the idea of him marking me as his.

He twisted his face into a snarl, his lips curled back in a menacing sneer. He fixed his gaze on me, and I could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on me like a physical force. It was as if he were daring me to make a wrong move, to give him an excuse to unleash the pent-up rage that was simmering just below the surface. His eyes seemed to bore into my very soul, and I could sense my heart racing in response. I would lie if I said I didn't feel excited about it. I liked it when he got annoyed at me. Should we get together, I would love to have angry sex with him.

It was the kind of bite that wanted to punish me. I looked down a little to meet Gunner’s eyes, and there was annoyance written all over his face. What did I do? “What were you thinking about?” he asked in a grave tone, his eyes holding anger in them, which should be scaring me. But no, it got me excited instead. It got me excited thinking of the things he would do once he gets angry. I’ve never had angry sex before, but I’ve heard people, including Zach, saying that it’s amazing and something that everyone should be experiencing.