Angry Sex

She started inching towards me.

"... and you have two kids now..."

"So?" she repeated. "Are you trying to tell me that you haven't thought about the things we used to... do?"

With that last word she reached took her hand off her breast and placed it on my shoulder.

The touch ignited something in me, something primal. I was tired of her games, tired of her getting what she wanted.

I grabbed both of her wrists and held them tightly in my hands. She looked genuinely surprised, but not frightened.

"What are you doing, Eileen?" I snarled.

"I just wanted to..."

"Wanted to what?" I interrupted. "Wanted to see if I still pined for you after fifteen years"

"No..." she was trying to loosen her hands from my grip.

"What, then? Wanted to see if you could still make me get it up so you could feel like you still 'got it?' My voice was steel, icy.

"No, I..." her voice trailed off, and she looked down a little.

"Well?" I demanded. "What is it, you horny then? You need a good fuck?" I spat out.

She looked at me and her eyes flashed. "Yes!"

Now it was my turn to be surprised. I was so taken aback that I didn't even know what to say.

She got off the bed and stood in front of me. She was breathing heavy, from desire, frustration, or anxiety I couldn't be sure.

"Do you remember when I told you, years ago, that I was afraid that Adam couldn't really give me what I wanted? That he was too dull to make me laugh, and that I was afraid he wouldn't be able to truly satisfy me?"

That conversation rushed into my head with the force of a freight train. She had confided in me one night that she hadn't been sure if she had made the right decision, something that I had tried to use to persuade her not to leave, to no avail.

I nodded.

"Well, I was right!" she said. Her eyes vivid but starting to well with tears. "How many women have you been with since me, Mike?"

The question took me by surprise. I honestly had no idea. In fifteen years, there had been several.

"A few," I said.

"Yeah, a few," she mimicked. "Well, after you there was only Adam. Always Adam. After fifteen years a mediocre lover doesn't get better, Mike."

"You made your choice," I said, coldly.

She hung her head. She wasn't the type to cry, she found it beneath her. "I don't know what I expected," she said. "I saw your name as a presenter in the program and you were the last man I had before Adam, and... and..." she trailed off.

"And you were curious." It was a statement, a matter of fact. It was obvious to me now that she hadn't thought it through, that nerves and excitement and nostalgia were all playing a violent dance in her head, leaving her disoriented.

I took a look at her. She looked exactly the same, even after fifteen years. She had kept her hair the same, she was the same weight, the same shape. She had a few deeper creases around the eyes but otherwise this was the same 25-year-old girl.

She straightened, and I knew she was going to say it was all a mistake and send me on my way. I was half tempted to simply allow it to end there, but the other half was full of rage and anger.

There was no way I was going to allow her this self-indulgence. No way I was going to allow her to use me once again for her own selfish emotional roulette wheel.

I reached out and grabbed her blouse and pulled it open, buttons flying everywhere. The violent gesture surprised us both; I had never acted that way before - not with her, not with anyone.

Her breasts were now visible to me, encased in a sheer bra with a fine mesh over her nipples. Before she could push me away and cover herself up, I pulled on the shirttails and brought her to me. As I was sitting on the bed and she had been standing, her breasts came towards me first.

I latched my mouth on to the closest nipple and started sucking like I remembered she used to like. Apparently she still did, as I felt her knees buckle a little and her hands go straight to my head. She started to push away a little, but she couldn't make herself do it. There was no true resistance, though I could feel her body adjust and shift with each conflicting emotion within.

I grabbed her breasts violently, kneading them in my strong grip. Even when we had been together I had never been so forceful and I could see that now she wanted to be taken, wanted to give in despite her uncertainty.

The scent of her arousal assailed my nostrils, mixed in with some perfume. It dawned on me that she had perfumed her pussy "just in case," and made a mental note of it. Eileen's bra unclasped in the front, and I unsnapped it with two fingers, springing it open. I stood straight up, catching her off balance. As she started to shift her weight I arced my arm around her and redirected her onto the bed, face up. Her ripped blouse and open bra fell across her body, disheveled.

I climbed up on the bed next to her, my hands unbuckling her trousers. I pulled the fly open and jammed my fingers down her panties, through her light pubic hair, and cupped her mound. Bringing them out and up to my nose, I smirked, "You put perfume on."

She started to blush, embarrassed. I forced my fingers down her pants and inserted two fingers inside her soaked pussy. "You expected this to happen, didn't you?"

"No, I..." she tried to deny it, but I pulled up and across her g-spot with my fingers, interrupting her and causing her to arch her back violently.

"Don't lie to me!" I said. Again the anger inside was just underneath the surface, just this side of pure rage.

I leaned over and took her nipple in my mouth. She placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled me to her chest, and I sucked harder. She screamed a little, and then started breathing heavy as i started fucking her pussy at the same time with my hand.

She was bucking her hips off the bed soon enough, trying to get more and more of my fingers inside her. I took the opportunity at that moment to pull her underwear and trousers down around her thighs. With those out of the way, I started fucking her pussy hard with my hand, putting another finger inside of her.

Now filled with three fingers and my vacuum pump of a mouth on her nipple, she was thrashing on the bed. The smell of pussy juice and perfume filled the small hotel room.

"Touch my clit!" she demanded.

Oh no you don't! I thought. Not this time!

"What do you think this is?" I snarled at her, getting onto my knees but leaving my hand pumping away at her pussy. "Why would I ever want to make you come ever again, after what you did to me?"

"What... what do you mean?" she asked, looking at me confused.

This made me even angrier. "What do I mean? What do I mean!?"

With my free hand I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rigid cock. "Remember this, Eileen?" She eyed me hungrily, and nodded.

"I don't think you do," I said. I kept fucking her with one hand but placed the other onto her head. "I think you need to get reacquainted."

Her mouth devoured me before I even finished the sentence, taking me by surprise.

"Been a while, Eileen?" I sneered. She lifted her head off to respond but I grabbed her hair and pulled her back over my cock. "Don't stop. Take me in, bitch."

The word came out before I could stop myself. I don't know why I said it - I never said it. But I was livid, angry, rage coursing through my veins, adrenaline taking over. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me, hurt.

I ran with it. "I said don't stop!" and pulled my hand from her pussy. She whined and whimpered and started flailing with her arm to have me touch her some more. She finally managed to grab my wrist and pull it to her pussy.

"You want this, Eileen? You want this?" I jammed four fingers deep into her pussy and she screamed around my cock, then started breathing heavy. It was apparently a scream of pleasure because I felt her hand tugging at my wrist to fuck her harder.

"You don't deserve this," I said, and withdrew my hand. She whimpered around my cock, her eyes locked on mine but flickering over to my hand.

I brought the drenched hand up to my nose. "I'll tell you what," I said, calmly. "You have nice taste in perfume. It mixes well with your cunt."

I drew the last word out. She hated that word. It was the kryptonite, the antidote to the poison. She stopped what she was doing and started to pull away. I knew what was going to happen next, reality would set in and she would call a halt to the whole thing. Again.

Not this time.

I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her front, and aimed my cock pointing directly at her pussy. Her pants were still down around her thighs, restricting her movement.

"No, wait," she said.

"You should have thought of that sooner," i snarled, and enter her in one full stroke. My balls rested on her clit, rubbing up against the hard nub. She always had a prominent one, and I swore I could feel it pressing against me.

"Oh!" she sighed. It didn't sound like noise of someone wanted this to end.

"Do you want me to pull out?" I said, and reached around to pinch her nipples. I felt her pussy squeeze my cock as tightly as it used to.

"No," she whined.

"I have to admit, Eileen," I said, impressed. "You're pretty tight for a woman who's had two kids."

"Th-thanks," she said, grunting as I thrust into her again. My cock was iron, I don't remember having been this hard before.

"Is this what you miss, Eileen?" I asked, withdrawing and then slamming inside her again, pinching her nipples. I was hunched over her, mounting her like the bitch in heat that she was.

"Yes," she cried.

"You miss my cock?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"You don't deserve my cock!" I shouted, and started pistoning in and out of her pussy as hard as I could. I wanted to fuck all of the aggression I had felt, all the pent-up frustration and pain, and empty all that inside of her more than my own ejaculation.

I stopped and withdrew, my cock resting, throbbing and bouncing against her entrance. "No!" she cried out. "Don't stop! I'm close"

"Why not?" I demanded to know. "Why shouldn't I leave you hanging at the worst possible moment? That's what you did to me!"

I thrust my cock inside her and stroked her madly for several seconds, and then withdrew again to yet another cry of frustration.

"You couldn't have picked a worst possible time, Eileen. You left me the day before my comps!"

I thrust into her and she yelped in pleasure and surprise, but I could tell she was hanging on every word. I smacked her ass with my cock buried inside her and I felt her pussy contract involuntarily.

"The day before, you bitch!" I smacked her other cheek. She squeezed again and moaned. I grabbed her reddening ass with both hands and pressed my cock into her up to the base of the shaft.

To my surprise she pressed her ass back up against my pelvis, trying to drive me in deeper. I felt a slight tremor run through her as she tried to squeeze my cock tighter from the inside. I slapped her ass cheek, harder than before.

"Don't you come," I warned. "Don't you dare come. You don't deserve to come, after what you did to me!"

She collapsed her head onto her arms and mumbled something. "What?" I asked, fury coating my voice. No answer. "What did you say?"

"Please," she said, whimpering. I could feel her body trying to angle my cock into the right position. She was getting closer and I did not want her to.

I pulled out until just the head was inside her. "Why?" I asked, shocked to find my voice was more pleading than fierce. I slapped her ass again. "Why did you do that to me? Did you know I nearly failed?"

"No," she whimpered, but her body was trying to suck me in again. I struck her other ass cheek, a huge red welt starting to appear, but her pussy grabbed at me in gratitude. I was infuriated - she was only trying to say what she thought I wanted to hear.

I grabbed her hips and thrust into her again, making her yelp. Immediately she tried to fuck me, get the release she wanted. Incensed I slapped her thigh this time. "And my birthday. How could you do it just two days before my birthday!"

"Oh God," she mumbled into her forearm, but I heard her clearly enough.

I pushed her down completely flat onto the bed and lay on top of her, putting my face right next to her ear. I pulled her hair, hard, to the side and growled low right next to her face.

"Is this what you miss, Eileen?" I thrust my cock inside of her for emphasis.

"Yes," she said. Her breath was hot and sweet.

"You could have had this," I hissed.

"I know," she stuttered.

"You have no one else to blame but yourself."

"I know." She was close to tears, but the way her body moved against me it was still mostly from frustration.

"You miss the sex, don't you?"

She nodded. I pulled her hair and her head lifted off the bed. "Say it!" I demanded.

"I miss the sex with you." I slowly moved in and out of her, keeping the pacing low enough so that she couldn't get the orgasmic rise she craved.

"What's the matter, bitch. Didn't get what you asked for when you dumped me?"

"No." It was a whimper of a confession, an acknowledgment aloud that she had probably refused to make, even to herself. The tears were starting to well up now, and I was close enough to see them. For the first time in fifteen years I felt... better.

"Did your worst fears come true? Can Addy-boy not satisfy you?"

"N-no..." her voice trailed off.

"Maybe that's your punishment, you bitch. You got what you deserved." I started to pull out of her and lift my body up.

Her face turned to me, wild-eyed and panicked. "No!" she yelled. "Don't stop. Don't leave me like this! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

She was crying now, but she lifted her ass to try to find my throbbing cock. She held her hips off the bed, open and ready to be impaled. Redness coated her ass and thighs, marks that would take hours to dissipate, to vanish completely. There would be some explaining to do. I wished I could have been a fly on the wall for that conversation.

Her hand suddenly appeared between her legs, rubbing her clit. I was surprised - when I knew her she said she never masturbated. I suppose fifteen years with a crappy lover will drive anyone to masturbation.

I leaned in and took her earlobe in-between my teeth while reaching underneath her to pinch her nipple. My cock brushed against her cunt and I could feel her hand desperately grabbing for it to stuff it back inside.

"You miss coming with me?" I asked as sweetly as I could. It sounded sinister.

Her body shuddered. "Yes, I miss coming with you."

"Do you remember the first time you ever came during sex?"

She turned ashen. She was a smart girl, and knew where this was going. The first time she had ever had an orgasm during sex was when I had suggested that we try anal play. She hadn't really ever liked it per se, which I found strange because not only did it provide her the orgasm that she hadn't been able to have before, but opened whatever block she had to having an orgasm through regular sex.

"Yes," she said. Her eyes staring straight forward.

I took my cock in my hands, completely soaked with her bodily fluids, and felt for her ass with my fingers to guide it.

"Do you remember how intense it was?"

"Y-yes..."

I started to press my thumb inside her ass, priming it and making it ready for my cock right behind it. She sucked in her teeth and gasped.

"I should leave you right now," I said, but I slid the cockhead into her sphincter.

"No, don't leave," she said, and I could feel her legs shaking. She wanted to get away and press back into me at the same time.

"You deserve it," I said, and felt the head pop just behind her tight wall.

"I know," she said, her cheeks wet with tears.

"What kind of woman leaves a man the day before his comps?" Another inch

"A bitch. I'm sorry," she whispered.

"What kind of woman leaves a man two days before his birthday?" Another inch.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she was mumbling repeatedly now.

"You better be sorry," I said, starting to fuck her ass. She was moving back and forth against my cock now, locked tightly inside her body.

"I'm sorry... so sorry."

I picked up the pace. "That's not good enough, Eileen." I slapped her ass, and she groaned.

She was fucking me more than I was fucking her now.

"I'm a bitch," she said. I slapped her ass again. I could feel myself getting close too, and fifteen years hadn't masked the telltale signs of her oncoming orgasm either.

"No you're not, you're not a bitch. What are you?" I was fucking her deliberately slow, trying to prevent her from finishing. I needed this... this conquest. I needed to reclaim something I had lost fifteen years ago.

I couldn't help myself and I started increasing my speed, long deep strokes into her ass. The lubricant that her pussy had provided was starting to wear off and the friction was becoming uncomfortable to me, as I know it was to her too. Nevertheless, she kept fucking my cock with her ass.

"I'm sorry, I said I was sorry." Another slap.

"Not good enough, Eileen!" Slap.

"I'm a bitch! I said I was a bitch!" Her breathing was extremely heavy and the words weren't coming easy.

I pulled her hair with one hand and slapped again, pounding into her ass now.

"What are you. Say it! Say what you are!" Pull. Slap.

She was fucking me at breakneck speed, and I knew that I was done. I could feel the beginnings of a powerful force tearing through my hips and balls and only seconds away.

"I'm a cunt!" she roared and slammed her ass back on my cock, the walls echoing her depraved confession in both our ears. Her entire body shook and convulsed as her orgasm took hold of mine, drawing it out of my body with such a violence that I, too, yelled at top volume. I could feel the ropes of come fire into her ass, never slowing down. It was as if i was marking some perverted territory that I had once lost.

I felt primeval, neanderthal. The rage and anger left me, hitchhiking along with my ejaculate and emptied into her body, the justified vessel and target for my inner demons. I had kept it in, held it in, where it festered and metamorphosized into something unhealthy, something animalistic.

Looking down I saw her body still quivering from the immense power of her orgasm which appeared to still have aftershocks. I saw water fall onto her ass from where I was, and touched my cheeks to find that it was my tears, not her sweat, that coated her back and ass. I don't know how long I had been crying, or how much, but I wasn't truly surprised.

I withdrew from her body and went into the bathroom. Taking a cloth I soaked it and gave myself a quick cleansing - a proper one would have to wait until I got back to my own room.

She still lay on the bed as I had left her, her ripped blouse and open bra falling almost comically askew, her trousers bunched down around her knees, her body still quivering from the emotional, physical and sexual outburst. Her breasts and ass were beet red, almost glowing in contrast to her pale white skin.

I almost felt sorry for her, but I realized that she had left me in a metaphorically similar state years ago, a state that had lasted for years. I choked down the urge to try to comfort her as I would have done once before. It was hard, because I just showed her a side of me that neither of us ever knew existed.

She just watched me as I redressed, not saying a word. My own tears had stopped now, and I was beginning to feel the beginnings of a resigned peace. It was as if a demon attached to my soul for so long that I didn't even realize was still there was suddenly exorcised. I needed this, had to have this, in order to finally let it go.