Sex And Rage Mga Nobela at Kwento

Calls and messages from partners, investors, and the media kept coming nonstop. A flood of hateful DMs hit all my social accounts. "You disgusting capitalist. I hope your company goes under tomorrow." "I thought you were some kind of feminist role model. Turns out you just use other women as stepping stones." "People like you don't even deserve to be mothers."

He positioned himself behind me, his large hands gripping my hips like a vice. He thrust forward, sinking his thick, heavy length into me in one brutal, breath-stealing motion. I gasped, arching my back as he filled me entirely. The sex was chaotic. It was messy, deprived, and completely feral. He didn't establish a rhythm; he just pounded into me with a desperate, maddening desire. He was marking me after the confrontation, and loving me with a violent intensity that bordered on madness. The friction was agonizingly good, his body slapping against my ass with loud, echoing cracks in the dark room.

Zeus Serafino Rage. Rage is what I felt when she told me that she’d stop pestering me. Her words brought immense anger. It was like the monster residing inside my body leashed out at her; claiming her lips and body as mine. Only mine. She was a vixen. A sexy, demanding, hot vixen who knew how to deal with a stubborn man. There she sat snuggled up with Elisa. Her warm honey orbs stilled on the screen as she hummed to the song that played in the background. She looked mesmerizing as always.

I utter anxiously. I've never encountered him this wild and mad before. It's as if he didn't hear me and roughly pulls down my bra. He aggressively cups my breasts and starts kneading them while giving me wet kisses on my neck. He then lowers down and pulls off my jeans and panties before lifting me and throwing me violently on the bed. Now I am fully naked as I look up to him and he stares down at me with an intense gaze in his eyes and an unexplainable expression in his face. His blue eyes that first captivated me are now looking down at me blazing with heavy passion and... rage?

Sage saw his words fly out before he could stop them. "It's maybe because we're not whole humans, we can't have sex with a person while fantasizing about another person. The problem is, we're supposed to hate the person we're always fantasizing about." Carson said and Sage clenched his fists into fists. "I do hate her, yes. I don't love her or anything. It was just some sex tension accumulated on me because I haven't had sex for so long and because she has this body that I can't resist but I will never let it happen again." Sage stated adamantly.

I mumbled, "We only slept together on the same bed. Nothing happened." He didn't reply, except angrily thrusting in and out. Even though I knew this was a rage sex, my body still betrayed me.. I whimpered under him, my butthole clenching his cock and releasing, heat warming through my body. I was helpless against him and angry at myself for that, but I couldn’t help the desire that flooded through me. My moans and the sound of his angry thrusts filled the room. Then just as suddenly, he turned me to face him and came all over my body.

I looked back to see the storm at great speed approaching towards my direction. " Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*king start!" To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

Rage was running his veins like a lava which was ready to burn the whole world. He stood up suddenly, pushing the chair with a great force and his friends looked at him. They could sense the change of demeanour in Killian. Killian's eyes turned bloodshot as he recalled how that whore slapped him in front of everyone. She fucking insulted him in front of everyone. No no dared to raise their eyes at him and this fucking bitch raised her hand at him. Rage took over and he punched the window in frustration, the glass broke and some of its pieces pierced inside his skin. Deep red blood flowed down his palm but he didn't feel any pain. His heart was burning in agony and he wanted to burn Amara in

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,"

he said smiling sheepishly, as the rage inside of me just increase. "You know, only me can bring that side of you. It's like you are going to explode, just like when your body builds up from the so much pleasure you feel and you just shoot your organism.. psssh..." He said and did a bump in the air, describing what he said while I squeeze my face... "Why are you here? And enough of your tantrums. If I needed to know how sex works, I would be fucking my boyfriend.." I said to piss him off, while Rodgers became angry as he quickly replaced it with a smile...