Everyone knows that releasing anger feels good, but who knew how good it could get?
|I could just deck him at this point. Pacing back in forth in the bedroom, the door was the only thing holding me back from lunging onto him and knocking the shit out of him. I was fully aware that he was just as strong, maybe more, and he wouldn't just let me haul off and hit him. One thing was for sure: there would be a struggle. So I had decided to calm down and at least go out there and talk about it with him. I opened the door and he was sitting on the couch, wearing his business attire: a white shirt, tie, and slacks. His tie was loose from when I pulled at it in anger earlier that afternoon. Noticing that I was standing in the doorframe to the living room, he looked up at me.
"So, the lady devil has returned..."
"Oh, shut up. And anyways, you started this."
"Whatever you say," he said, standing up. "So I'm leaving for a while...until you really calm down,” he added, grabbing his coat. I stopped him at the door.
"Whoa whoa whoa...who said you could leave?"
"You have no authority over me."
"No shit, Sherlock...it's just that...you don't get to leave, that is, until I get what I deserve."
"If you want me to say sorry..."
"THEN YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET IT! NOW MOVE!" he said, trying to push me off. I pushed him back and he hit the wall. He threw his coat to the floor and darted toward me. I held my arms out, stopping him, but the force of him took me back to the wall. Already breathing hard, strange enough, this kind of anger-release felt good. The sensation from my hands planted into his hard chest was tantalizing, despite the current situation. Now more than mildly stimulated, I wanted some fun in this too.
"You're definitely gonna get it!" I said, grabbing his arms and moving them, trying to walk away. Of course, he wouldn't just let me walk away and he grabbed my arm. I turned and punched him in the stomach. As I heard him groan, I looked at him and he gave me the look of pure evil. Charging at me again, I took off as fast as I could into the kitchen. Chasing me around the island, my adrenaline ran up each time we had pushed off. Nearly sprinting through the house, I had nearly flown up the stairs, merely missing obstacles in the way. Fortunately, as I reached the top, it sounded like he tripped over something. I turned and saw him cursing and looking up at me, holding his foot.
"Ha ha! I wish you had fallen backwards!" I said and by his facial expression, he was not pleased. He continued quickly up the stairs, growling even more with anger. I wondered where all of this would lead me, but I really didn't have time to care right then. Going into the bedroom, I got what came to me and tripped, hitting the floor. He approached me just as I turned over to get up. Lying under his standing form, I felt like an ant about to be crushed under his massive foot.
"Now I...got you." he said with an evil grin. I gave him one back and then locked my feet to the backs of his knees, causing him to fall down. I rolled out of the way to avoid being crushed by him. He hit the floor with a thud, our legs still interlocked. He had gotten loose of our tangled mess first and got on top, pinching up and down my body. Putting my hand up to defend, he slapped them out of his way. I pushed him down and straddled him, holding his arms above his head and biting his neck. He groaned deeply.
"Ohh...shit!" he uttered as he helplessly gained wounds from me. Sitting up for a second, I suddenly jumped as I noticed that he had enjoyed this as much as I did. More than aroused at this point, I was then aware that anything still goes. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, my moment had lasted for a few seconds before we got right back into fight mode.
Wrestling all over the floor had felt good, even though we were still hurting each other. The fact that our clothes ripped left and right had added on to this sudden rush. Now on top of me, he had returned the favor, putting my arms above my head and kissing all over my neck, biting hard also. I was so horny at that time that all I could do was moan. Pressing his body up against mine, the feel of his big, hard cock teasing me through each of our pants was causing me to become antsy. I had wanted more than that!
Groaning from the pulsing sensation in my pussy, I got on top and looked down at the man. His brown hair was ruffled from our little fight and his brown eyes were deep and dark, as if they were full of mystery. His lips were pouted; they needed to be kissed. Locking lips with him hard, he responded by unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it off and running his hands up and down my sides. I sat up and undid my bra, tossing it to the side. He automatically started playing with my breasts, grabbing them and tweaking my nipples between his fingers. I gasped deeply and he got back on top once more, kissing me passionately. I undid his shirt and he had tossed it aside, giving me chance to run my fingers up and down his muscled chest. Oh, I was dripping wet then...like an ocean.
"Stand up." he said, getting up off of the floor. I followed and we finished taking off clothes. He picked me up in his arms and took me to the wall, kissing deep and teasing our naked touch, making me gasp between kisses. Waiting no longer, we got down on the bed and under the covers, still lip locked and horny as fuck. I looked at him as he thrust his big cock in my pussy. He filled me instantly, pushing and pulling in and out, making me moan for more. I ran my hands up his back, my fingernails matching my emotions, nearly stabbing his skin, as the sensations in my body had gotten stronger and stronger.
"Fuck...fuck me hard..." I moaned and rolled my hips up to meet his when he pulled out, fucking him back. He took my leg and put it over his shoulder, leaning down and going in harder. Wrapping my other leg around his back, my arms were locked around his neck, moaning and shaking as his cock touched that spot over and over. He knew as soon as I looked like I was shivering that it was good from there.
“You like that dick?” he said, slamming into me hard.
“Fuck yeah!” I said, gasping and running my hands through his hair, convulsing to his deep thrusts. Just as the last waves of orgasm subsided, he made an announcement.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum!” he said, pulling out and jacking off. Groaning loudly, jet after jet of his hot, white cream had fallen upon my chest and stomach. I pushed him down and got on top, milking his cock with my hand, pulling out every last drop of his sweet essence. He went on shuddering until I felt him go soft in my grip. Letting go, he wrapped his arms around my body and gave me a soft kiss. I got up and walked into the bathroom, cleaning myself off and walking back into the room. Picking up my clothes and beginning to put them on, I then watched him get up, turn off the lights, and close the door.
“No, you’re not. I’m not finished with you.” He said, looking at me deeply and dark.
“Oh, really?” I said, looking at him with my eyebrow raised.
“Really.” He then said, locking the door. I dropped my clothes to the floor as he walked over, picking me up and taking me down on the bed once again…