Sex And Rage Novels & Stories

"Gemma, look, you're releasing so much fluid, you must be craving sex, don't deny it." Gemma closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at the extremely lustful scene before her, she could not control her body according to her will, the primal instinct was successfully aroused by Jethro, and she could do nothing but accept. “Don't … I don't want to look…” Her cries and groans were so mixed that she couldn't articulate them clearly. But Gemma's intermittent moaning was like an aphrodisiac that made Jethro even more excited. His erection was already painfully hard, it was screaming to be stabbed deep into Gemma's vagina.

James yelled his vein bulging out Diana ignored him and kicked the vase nearby, James almost lose control but he managed to control himself He watched as Diana moved to their room, her loud steps, and growling She opened the door to the door entered and banged it "I'm gonna teach you a lesson" he muttered to himself and look at the items she kicked, the anger he was trying to control before exploding "Godammit, do you know how much this cost, you woman are gonna…." "Go Fuck Yourself!!" He heard Diana screamed from the room

Usually, when we fuck, I start slow and build momentum but this time I go in hard and fast, my anger taking the wheel and driving. I put my hands on her hips, protectively holding her as I slam myself deep into her. Her erotic moans grow louder. “Open your eyes,” I command her, wanting her to watch us in the reflection. A smile spreads across her face, she likes seeing it as much as I do. My moments are rough, showing little mercy as I pound her but her walls squeeze tightly around my dick, a strong indication that she’s loving our rage-fueled fun. I nuzzle my head against her neck and suck at the skin, purposely leaving a mark. I want Josh to see it and know that she’s mine. The thought of

I reached out to Rage pulling his face between my legs as he sucked my clit. Their hands roamed all over my body, caressing my skin with gentle touches that made me moan with delight. Fingers traced the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts, and the sensitive skin of my neck. Every touch was a whisper of pleasure, a soft exploration that left me breathless and wanting more. Rage's hands were firm, yet gentle, while Niklaus's touches were softer, more teasing. Together, they wove a tapestry of sensation that left me trembling with delight, as I had multiple orgasms, coating his massive cock. This became our new sexual pleasure mating sessions.

The intense wall sex was fueled by extreme jealousy, every thrust a declaration that she belonged only to him. Jax fucked her relentlessly, each deep, powerful thrust driving her back against the wall as he released all his pent-up rage and fear into her body. “You’re only mine,” he snarled, biting her shoulder as he drove deeper. Elara came hard around him, sobbing his name as her walls clenched violently. The pleasure mixed with the emotional storm, making the moment feel both destructive and necessary.

I had gotten so angry that she stood her ground and didn't scream because she knew that was the only thing I wanted from her. And she'd rather actually pass out than succumb to me. In that form of rage, I realized that I desperately needed to fuck someone to get that anger out of my system. Leila was easily available and in a spur-of-the-moment decision, I decided to spice things up by making Cora watch. And what a revelation that was. I thought her irritation and hatred of me would extend to the sexual part too but I had barely even started fucking Leila when the smell of Cora's arousal had filled the air and the smell was so fucking erotic that I wanted to lay my hands on her and fuck her

Lucas Sebastian’s rage exploded through the penthouse like an icy storm. The once seductive aura turned sharp and biting, filling every corner of the master bedroom with raw Alpha rage. Ethan instinctively pressed back against the headboard, his body still flushed from the earlier suppressant and the overwhelming presence of the man above him.

“Not out until now.” Reagan’s jaw tightened. His breathing remained steady, but the pulse at his temple throbbed harder than usual. “Damn it,” he muttered softly, barely audible. Wild images invaded his mind mercilessly. Too close. Too intimate. Rayna in Darius’s arms. Rayna beneath that man’s gaze—a gaze she should never have received again. “Shit,” Reagan hissed, his fingers clenching tighter. “They spent the whole night… having sex.” The anger was hot. Burning. Yet Reagan forced it to stay locked behind his nearly expressionless face.

Abigail said, fluttering her eyes while fanning herself. "What the absolute f***, Abigail?" I rolled my eyes. "Have you heard of this; 'angry sex is the best sex' ?" "What the f***!?" Leah and I screamed. "What!?" Abigail shouted as if she didn't understand that we thought she needed a mental asylum. "You're out of your mind," I sighed . "Don't say 'sex' and 'Mr. Decarlo' in the same sentence," Leah whispered. "It might be a sin,"

Not sadness or even fear. It was rage.