So, we made this deal. If one of us were pissed off for some reason, like beyond reasoning and just wanted to get out our frustrations before we snap, we were allowed to let the other person know and you'd get a free sex pass. At first, we were both immature and thought about how much fun it'd be. He was certainly intrigued, but mostly because it was MY idea, and not his. Of course, he agreed because sex freely given? And angry sex, at that? "Hell, yes," he yelled, before I could even finish my thoughts. It was an easy yes, on both sides. However, at the time I didn't realize what I'd be getting myself into. We hadn't acted on this proposal yet, as it would seem that things were going really well. Of course, we knew the day would come when one of us would get rubbed the wrong way, or just have a bad day above all days, but we'd been having really great days. Or, that is, until today. I'm sitting on the couch, the tv on in the background as I scroll through my phone. He has spent most of today in the studio, which I didn't mind since I spent the day painting. It's been a really great day on my end, but in the one message he'd sent me today, it seemed like he wasn't having the same luck as me. He said he'd explain when he got home, telling me he was leaving right then and there because of how irritated he was, but that message was sent thirty minutes ago. Of course, I sit here in worry for his mental state, and what might be happening as he's on his way home. When I look outside through the glass doors toward the backyard, I realize it's raining. I can only imagine this isn't helping the grumpy man that's soon to be arriving home. That's when I hear a car door slam shut, as well as the back gate a few minutes later. Then, he's coming through the back door, dripping wet with rain water and bringing in the storm with him. I stand to face him better, and take in the state of him. He's pissed. Beyond pissed, that much I can tell. He kicks off his sneakers, walking moodily to the dining table to throw down his keys and take the things in his pockets out. He huffs hot air through his nose, moving stiffly with ire. Then, when he's done, he looks up and sees me. Now I can see his face, and there's the storm. His eyes don't hold the usual spark, a dark gray about them. They also lack the adoration for me that is always there, replaced by something colder and darker. His cheeks and ears are red from the blood rushed there in anger. His lips are in a thin pout, jaw clenching every so often. Maybe he's afraid of what's gonna fly out if he's not too careful. Maybe he's afraid he'll say something he doesn't mean with all the fury he's trying to hold back. "Hey, baby," I softly call, slowly putting my phone on the couch, not daring to break eye contact with him. He slowly blinks, letting out another deep exhale of air. He clenches his jaw again. He shifts on his feet slightly, his eyebrows coming together and his hands forming fists at his sides. He swallows and licks his lips once. He stares me down all the while, and now that I'm really looking, he's shaking. I know for a fact that he's not cold, so it can only be the bubbling anger. "Get upstairs to the bedroom," he mumbles quietly, and I can just barely hear him, making the mistake of asking, "huh?" "I said get upstairs to the bedroom, right now, or so help me, I'll take ya up there meself," he finally breaks out into a loud voice, causing me to certainly not hesitate, running for the bedroom. I know now what's going on. He's pissed off enough, that's for sure. He needs to release his rage, and he's gonna take it out on me. I'm nervous and excited, my heart pounding in my chest as I hear him slowly make his way upstairs. I don't know what to do, frantically looking around the room, and I must have not been where I was supposed to be because when he makes it to the door frame, he seems irritated. "Fuckin' gone stupid, have ya? Clothes off and get on the bed. Now, I won't repeat meself this time." I quickly do as he asks, watching as he gets
closer and takes off his shirt. I lay down on the bed and he takes his place between my legs, stopping and looking down at me. His expression hasn't changed, remaining uncharacteristically stoic. "Tell me right now if you don't want this, because I'm not gonna be nice t' ya. At least not tonight." As I look at him, I can tell he really means every word. I can't say no, not now. I know this will pass, but it won't if he doesn't get my permission to fuck my brains out and release the stress. I nod my head, causing him to raise an eyebrow. I know he means he wants to hear me say it, he prefers I use my words. "Yes, I want this. I want all of it. I can take it," I say in a mock innocent voice. At this he huffs a chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh, darling. Ya can't play innocent wit' me. Ya know I know it's all for show," he gets closer, hovering over me now with his hands placed by my head, his chest and nose just barely touching mine. His breath cascades around my face. My legs instinctively go around his torso as his crotch meets mine. I whine at the fact his is still clothed, receiving a darker chuckle from him. He moves his lips to my ear, biting my earlobe a bit before speaking. "Don't worry, pet. I'll give ya want ya want," he whispers, sending shivers down my spine. "But first, I'm gonna take care of her like always." Normally, he'd kiss his way down my body, but this is different. He licks and sucks on my neck, getting me to arch my back off the bed. Then, his bites on my left breast, really sinking his teeth in and making me yelp. He only laughs, moving further down, and leaving bite marks on my hips and thighs. When he gets to where he wants, he doesn't hesitate. He goes in, licking and sucking, hungrier than he ever has before, which says a lot for him because he loves going down on me. This time, he wants to get my every wanton reaction, not caring about how loud I am, or how rough he's being with me. He holds me down, keeping my legs apart while keeping my hips in place to have his way me. He's being sloppy and filthy about it, too. I'm coating his lips and cheeks at this point, and I'm holding onto the sheets for dear life, unable to breathe properly. Before I know it, I hit my peak with a whiney moan. This doesn't stop him, only encourages him to go further. He adds his fingers in now, reaching where I never could and playing all my strings like only he does. He brings me to the edge sooner than before, cleaning up the mess he made fervently. My legs shake around his head, but I can tell he isn't satisfied. He stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at me. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, coming back to hover over me again. His lips just barely touch mine, as if he wants to taunt me, which he probably does. He starts to grind over my sensitive pussy, not caring about my whines and pleas. He finally kisses me, spreading all of me over my lips and tongue. He's kissing like he needs to, as if I'm the oxygen on earth, and he can't breathe. I surely can't as he grabs ahold of my hands to place them by head, still grinding on me and kissing me ardently. I bite at his lower lip to get his attention and look at him to let him know that I need him. But, as I mentioned before, he wants to hear me say it. "Ni, I need you. Please, need you." This snaps something within him. He abruptly pulls away from me, much to my dismay, and strips out of the rest of his clothes. He huffs out heavy breaths once again, quickly moving to get back to me. Once he's finished, he grabs ahold of me, moving me to face the bed. He raises my hips, getting me on my knees, and shoving my face into the bed. He comes to hover over me and whisper in my ear, holding the back of my neck with one hand and my hands behind me with the other. "Need me, huh? My fuckin' slut needs me, eh? Alright, I'll give ya what what ya lookin' f'r." At this, he pulls away, taking away his left hand from my neck and going to slap my ass. It stings, causing me to yell out. This only riles him up more and he smacks it
again. "Yeah? Ya like that? I fuckin' knew ya would, ya fucking whore." I whine, shaking my ass in hopes he'll get the message. He apparently does because his hand comes down on my ass again, this time harder than before. "You'll fuckin' get me when I feel like it. You can knock that right off." I whine again, causing him to hit my ass again. He places himself behind me, though. I know what's coming, and I'm eager for it. He's mumbling under his breath, I know it has something to do with me being a brat and greedy whore from what I can make out. He places his head at my pussy, but doesn't go in. He toys with me, rubbing it slowly, up and down my lips. I gasp, rolling my hips back in response. He groans, finally going in, both of us moaning at the feeling. But, of course, I don't realize what's about to take place for me. He starts pounding into me, not letting me adjust like he normally would. Of course, this isn't like it always is, even when we're fucking. He doesn't care at the moment. All he wants is to have me ruined on this bed, that much I can tell. He slams into me, soft grunts leaving his lips, and loud moans and whines from me. That's when he pulls me to sit up on his thighs, still thrusting up into me. He lets go of my hands, but pulls my head back by my hair so he can suck and bite on my neck. I grab onto the hair at the back of his head, the other hand going to rub on my breast. This catches his attention, causing him to groan. His left hand travels down to my clit, rubbing on it in rough circles. My mouth goes slack, short breaths leaving past my lips. I genuinely can't breathe, being overworked and overwhelmed by him. "Look at yourself in the mirror," he whispers in my ear, I snap my eyes over to the mirror above the dresser that I'd normally use to make sure my attire looks alright. Now, it holds the reflection of him thrusting his hips up into me while he plays with my clit and I play with my breasts, thoroughly fucked out. "Look at ya, petal. Look at you gettin' fucked out by me," he says just before I clench around him in pleasure, making him whimper in my ear. "Fuck. Do that again, and you're gettin' even more ruined." Of course, I have to challenge him. I do it again, only to have him abruptly push me forward, his hands slamming down onto the bed frame by my head. He has a different angle now, using it to his advantage. "Okay, brat. You wanna challenge me then, yeah?" He removes his right hand from the bed frame, going to my right leg that he raises and begins to snap his hips in to me like that. I hold onto the bed frame as well, needing something to ground myself to as my peak starts to creep up faster. I can just barely tell him. "Ni, I...," I try to start to say. "Ni, I can't hold on. Please, let me cum. Please, Ni. Fuck." "Fuckin' ya stupid, am I? Yeah, cum for me, ya fuckin' slut. Go on then." I nearly black out when I finally cum, yelling swears and his name. They become the only things on my mind. He's truly fucked me stupid, and he knows it. As I go over the edge, I pull him with with me. He shouts out a curse, repeating my name over and over. When he finishes, he pulls out quickly to sit back on his heels and catch his breath, while I lose my grip on the bed and fall over on my side. He says something to me, but I can't hear him over the ringing in my ears and the breaths I pant through my mouth. "Petal," he questions louder, causing me to open my eyes, which I didn't realize were closed. I look up at him, concern filling his eyes that are now bright and beautiful blue, the spark restored as well. "Are ya okay? I'm sorry if I as too rough wit' ya. I didn't mean t' be, I was just so fuckin' mad." I start to breathlessly laugh, which surprises him into a nervous smile. "Do you feel like talking about it now," I ask, causing him to laugh, too.
