Sex And Rage Book Novels & Stories

he rubbed himself over my entrance before ramming into me hard and fast. "Damn! Ow!" I screamed. It hurt like a lesser version of losing my virginity again. Drix pulled my hips up, lifting almost my entire body off the bed. Drix began bucking his hips. It felt different from what it usually felt. It wasn't unpleasant, just slightly painful and strange. "I'm starting to understand the whole rage thing. Is this supposed to be angry sex?" "It doesn't count as angry sex when I'm the only one fuming,"

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

Blood from his arm smeared across my back. “Then fuck me harder, you bastard,” I snarled back. “Make me hate you more.” He did. He pulled out, spun me around, lifted me onto the table and slammed his cock back inside. His hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing while he pounded into me. The rage sex was violent, messy, perfect...skin slapping, moans turning into growls, blood and sweat mixing between us. I was close, so close, when he leaned in, eyes locked on mine, voice hoarse with everything he felt.

“Fuck… you’re going to regret it, Cilia. Every insult. Every look. Every time you made me feel small.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, guttural groan I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across my stomach and chest. My cock pulsed in my fist, spilling again and again while the fantasy played behind my eyes. I kept stroking through it, milking every drop, thighs shaking. When it finally faded, I lay there breathing hard, cum cooling on my skin. The rage was still there, quieter now but deeper, settling but ready. She had no idea what was coming.

And I was the guy who could wreck her. I slammed into her without warning, catching her moan in my mouth as her head hit the wall with a dull thud. Her legs trembled around me, her heels digging into my lower back. “You like being the dirty little secret, don’t you?” “I like making her lose.” She said it like it was war. Like sex was her revenge. And maybe it was. Her hands tangled in my hair as she dragged my face down to her chest. Her body shook around me, sweat slicking her skin.

I tried so hard to stay quiet but broken moans kept coming out. "Ahh... fuck..." Marcus reached around and rubbed my clit while pounding me. "Good girl. Cum on my cock. This is what you need." For a moment I felt a strange increase in speed and agility. The base of his cock started swelling. Growing thicker inside me. It stretched me even more, locking us together. I screamed loud, not caring anymore. "Marcus!" I cried out. Ryan's voice came through the phone. "What the fuck? Dad? Lena? What is going on?"

Most of them didn’t understand polyamory and thought it was group sex or having more than one girl on a string at a time, and that wasn’t what I was after. I wanted to expose the practice for what it was, not what people thought it was. I felt that I was learning something every day about it by reading books that talked about the subject. Who knew that A****n would be filled with books about Reverse Harem? They seemed to be a popular topic, and I must admit a few of them had me hot and sweaty at night with my hands in between my leg. Something that I regularly did, but never with no one in mind. He would be a hot guy, and he would want me, that was the only credential. Now, I couldn’t look a

My hands flew to mouth, but not before a short gasp escaped my lips. The large room, was scarcely lit by the red bulb dangling from the roof. At the first end, a large bed stood, properly dressed with black silky sheets, and at another end, a hammock style sex swing, hung lazily. Opposite the bed, stood a wooden wall, studded with different bondage cuffs, in colors red, black and pink; mouth gag, arm binder, shackles and a rope. Close to the wooden wall, was a table.

He held himself there for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, before he began to thrust. He moved with a steady, rhythmic pace, each thrust hitting my perfect spot inside me that made my eyes roll back. I could hear the wet, slapping sound of our bodies coming together, muffled by the stacks of books and the silence of the library. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless.