Angry Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I was the one who jumped on him and claimed the orgasm he withheld. "It's my turn now." With those simple four words, he launched his lips on mine, while the water was pouring down on us. I was so mad at him, at myself, that suddenly, we were having another round of sex. Angry sex. In the shower. God, I hate this man. *** I'm 33 but that was the first time I've ever had angry sex in a shower. All these while whenever I had a sexual intercourse at the bathroom, it's always the lovey-dovey sex and that too, with him. Not even with my ex-husband because he's the kind of person who prefers the bedroom than other locations.

The feelings were new to me, but rather than fear, they stimulated me, caused me pleasure. I had been a virgin when Don and I married, and our sex life had been great in the beginning, but after a few years, in spite of my efforts to look good for him, he had cooled off. As I sat there posing for my son, I realized that lately I had gone from confusion and frustration to anger. And now here I was enjoying the attention and admiration I longed for. With the strong feelings buzzing through me, I felt the anger surface, but a powerful sexual need as well, joining the other unfamiliar but exciting feelings that seemed to have taken over my body. I knew I was out of control, liable to do somethin

“That would be fucking filthy hot.” Agnes licked her lips. “I want to feel your husband’s cock inside me too.” Roman froze behind me, muscles tensing. I felt his dick twitch hard inside my pussy. They were suggesting a full swap, like real swingers. Maddox’s cock looked thick and perfect, and I couldn’t stop imagining how it would feel splitting me open. Roman’s voice came low against my ear. “I think it would be so fucking sexy watching you moan on another man’s cock.”

He parted his lips and Toussaint’s thick cum-coated fingers slid in, the warm saltiness of semen flooding his taste buds. “Fuckkk!” Toussaint rasped at the sexiness of the sight. After licking Toussaint’s fingers clean, Jace stood up, cock erect and facing him, then knelt down as ordered. “Take them off,” Toussaint ordered and Jace complied. Toussaint’s humongous cock sprang out like a viper ready to bite. Jace’s jaw dropped at the length and size of it. He’d seen cocks of various sizes but none like THIS. It was at least thicker than his wrist and longer than most.

His yellow eyes shone like bright lights as his panting grew heavier. I felt him grow impossibly bigger, further tearing my insides. He locked his right hand on my neck and pressed tight, almost cutting off my windpipe. But the funny thing was how aroused it made me. The werewolf's thrusts became hurried, slapping into my arse like it was an unbreakable hole. "Take my seed." His growl came before I felt his seed deep within me. --- We went at it all night. He took me in his bathroom, on the table, and even on the floor.

He spread my butt cheeks apart, taking a good look at my hole before he unbuckled his trousers, freeing his thick, rigid cock. “Don't you know what to do? It's not like it's your first time having sex, so why do I have to tell you to arch your back?” He spanked my butt, making a gasp escape from my lips. Was he out of his mind? “Are you—” “If you have the common sense to talk back, then do the needful and bend over properly,” he shoved my head down and pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. “Ah…wait,” I panted. I knew it was going to hurt real bad since he seemed like he just wanted to thrust it in.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Their faces were inches apart, chests heaving, eyes locked in pure hatred… and something much hotter. “Say that again,” he growled. “Asshole,” she hissed. He kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw , all teeth and frustration. Letitia bit his lower lip in retaliation. Connor groaned and kissed her harder, pressing his body flush against hers. The anger that had been building for days suddenly flipped into something fierce and hungry. Clothes came off in a desperate rush. Connor yanked open her soaked jacket and peeled away her thermal layers, revealing the smooth warm brown skin of her shoulders and the full, heavy curve of her breasts. He palmed them roughly, thumbs brushing over her dark

It is as if I have control over how other people look at me and have in mind that I am in the business of pleasing people. We had an argument after I reread the document after that and all our arguments end up in bed with me being fucked up senseless. Do I hate it? Hell no! In fact, I enjoy it. Angry sex is the best because there are no inhibitions. We do it as if there is no tomorrow. I don't call myself addicted to sex anymore. I say that it's just that I hadn't met Klaus. He's the man I had been waiting for and he knows what I need and how to give it to me.

she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"