روايات وقصص ضمن Angry Sex Stories

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

The confined space only heightened their arousal, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air. Mark felt Lena's walls clench around him, signaling her building climax. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, fueling his own raw desire. "You're so fucking tight," he grunted, grinding deep to savor the feel of her stretched around him. Emotions swirled within him—the thrill of lust, the deep connection forged in this moment, and the exhilarating exposure of their tryst in the open truck bed.

Ryan groaned deep in his chest as his other hand pushed her legs apart as he groped for his c**k. Jessica fought with all her might but it was useless. Completely useless as he began rubbing her p***y with his bulging c**k before he quickly pushed inside of her. Her body jerked and spasmed as his c**k slipped inside of her so easily. She felt herself responding and Mr. Ryan looked down at her knowingly, a smile crossing his handsome face.

My legs trembled, but he didn’t stop, thrusting faster, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. “Goddamn, you’re so wet,” he grunted, his hands bruising my hips. He kept going, his cock sliding in and out, slick with my juices, and I knew he was close, his thrusts getting harder, more desperate. The room smelled like sex, the couch creaking under us, and I never wanted it to end.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

“Then ten minutes later, they’d be in one of the rooms making up.” “Angry sex is awesome, but that kind of drama is exhausting.” “Angry sex is awesome?” She smirked at me as we pushed our way into the main foyer. “You been banging a lot of angry people?” “Let’s just say things with Jules didn’t start the traditional way.” “Really? Color me intrigued. I need all the details. Well, maybe not all of them. Some things don’t need to be shared.” I snorted. “Understood.”

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

“They could make love, but not when they're both still angry. If they come together in anger, best to let you know that they will fuck.” “But it'll be a lot tamer than if it was with a random person.” “You're correct. Fucking is angrier, a way to let out emotions, to get relief - an act of merging your bodies and physical needs. Fucking is a one night stand. Fucking is not tender. Don't let a man do that to you, Jaz.” She was surprised. “Why?”

“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.”

I felt weak and almost lurched forward into the pool, but I held into the edge, pushing my ass back into my brother, letting his cock push harder into my body. Aaron pulled his cock out of my body and the slammed it back in. He was already panting hard, but I couldn't believe how good it felt. I knew from experience that angry sex feels the best, but this was a different stratosphere, with all of the shame and hate mixed in. It was divine. Aaron kept pulling his cock out and slamming it back into me. I felt my entire insides turn to jelly. I moaned and thrashed like a porno-movie whore, but for the first time in my life I really felt it, I needed to moan and to thrash it was too intense.