Sex And Rage Book Novels & Stories

Shadow slicing across his jaw. “You betrayed me.” “I can stop this,” I said. He didn’t move. His eyes dropped to my body. My nipples strained against the thin silk, damp with sweat. The fabric clung to the curve of my back, sticking where the heat hadn’t cooled. My thighs bare. My skin still smelling like fire and grief. He clenched his fists. “You can’t fix this with sex.” “I’m not here to fix it,” I said. “I’m here to fuck your rage out of you.”

“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.”

He couldn't form a coherent sentence, his head tossing back against the sofa as his body shuddered from the sheer pleasure I was giving him. His cock throbbed, getting hotter and thicker as he reached his breaking point. “Ciara…fuck…haaa!” Just as he erupted, I pulled back, grabbing his shaft and pointing it directly at my chest. The hot, thick streams of semen splattered heavily across my bare breasts and slightly across my chin. He sighed in absolute, crushing relief. “Ciara, academics is clearly just a convenient hiding place for all this slutty behavior.” He reached down between my knees, his fingers easily found my pussy, which was completely soaked and devastated.

What is going to win love or hate? this book contains CEO Romance, love, family, friendship, violence and mature content read at your own risk

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

she gasped. He started fucking her hard and deep, the bookshelf rattling softly with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into her dripping pussy echoed down the aisle. “That’s right, you filthy little exhibitionist,” he growled, spanking her ass. “Take this stranger’s cock in the middle of the library. Your pussy is creaming so much it’s dripping down your thighs. Anyone could walk around the corner and see you getting fucked like a cheap whore.”

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

Then she sucked on it, groaning when the taste reached the back of her throat. So fucking perfect… We tore each other’s clothes off, too eager and too willing to get each other naked. It was so wrong, and we both knew it. The anger, the hurt, and the pain--- we both just wanted to feel something else… So we fucked! I pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her. Her face, still flushed with anger, was just as beautiful as the goddess of old. Her rage brought thunder and hurricanes, her wrath able to bring even the mightiest mountain to its knees!

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

Xavier crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door. Seeing Bianca who just didn't answer, Xavier became very angry. He approached Bianca and immediately threw away the ointment that was in front of Bianca. "You should be taught a lesson, bitch." Hearing that, Bianca bravely returned Xavier's gaze sharply. "Watch your mouth before I rip it off!" Xavier chuckled, suddenly he grabbed Bianca's hair. "Try it, if you can do it," Xavier said defiantly. The anger that had been suppressed for the past few days seemed to give Bianca strength. Bianca quickly grabbed Xavier's other hand and immediately bit Xavier.