Angry Sex Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

When she arrived at the office, the main office receptionist pointed Juliette towards Louis’ closed door. On the other side was a loud, angry man. Juliette knew this voice. Something had gone wrong this morning and now he was burning off the rage across the day. Everyone around the office scurried about with their head down. Louis in a bad mood had a reputation for being unpredictably demanding. A contract that needed to be ready next week could suddenly become necessary right now. A client proposal that was in progress could be ripped to shreds, as he demanded an entirely new platform concept. Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist.

I could barely breathe through the haze of need pulsing between my legs. My body was on fire, every inch of my skin alive and begging for more. I lay there between Jax and Rico, the borrowed t-shirt bunched uselessly under my arms, my aching wet pussy still throbbing from the two orgasms they’d already pulled from me. The air felt thick with the scent of sex,my arousal, their clean sweat, and that raw masculine musk that made my head spin.

3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

I froze, my fingers still on my clit, and as he looked at me, spread out and touching myself, his eyes went black with lust. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said, his voice rough, but he was already moving. Shirt off, pants shoved down, cock hard and leaking. He climbed over me, pulled my hand away, and replaced it with his own. “But only I get to make you come tonight,” he growled. Then he was inside me, no warning, just one deep thrust that made me cry out. He fucked me angry, hard, fast, and possessive, his hand over my mouth again, and hips slamming into mine as the bed banged against the wall.

I stood in the foyer for a moment, breathing hard, my body still buzzing with anger and frustration and that stupid, throbbing need. I stormed upstairs to my room, slammed the door shut, and leaned against it. Tomorrow I would deal with this. But right now, the image of Matt’s hands on those other girls kept replaying in my head, making me angrier… and wetter.

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.

I told her. "Have you done this a lot when pregnant? No, I'd rather go back and cuddle with Steff." She retaliated. "Have you ever experienced angry sex or revenge sex?" Grace paused before responding with a resounding "No." "Trust me, there's nothing wrong with being naughty and having a good time every now and then as long as you don't do something terribly stupid like cheating. Revenge sex is when pent-up aggression and passion are released via sexual practices that are frequently wild and intense. You'll thank me later for it." I smiled.

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.

Marcus suddenly pulled back, his mouth and chin shiny with my juices. “I need to fuck this pussy right now.” He lined up his thick cock and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed around Alexander’s cock. “Fuuuuck, she’s tight!” Marcus groaned, immediately pounding me hard and deep. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass was obscene. “This young cunt is gripping me so fucking hard. You’re going to need loads of contraceptives baby.” Alexander pulled out of my mouth and let me moan freely as Marcus destroyed my pussy.

he rasped and without warning, flipped us over with his boy toy intact inside me and his gorgeous, Greek body placed behind me so that we were lying on our sides. Oh fuck ! I didn’t know his giant c*ck could sink any further than it already was inside but it fucking did. He grabbed my upper leg and forced it up, before he hit the deep, erogenous spots with a passion that only came when you were highly riled up. “I wouldn’t let you c*m, babe if - you - don’t - bite - me - now,” he grunted. And the brat inside me answered- “FUCK YOU !!” And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x.