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His anger was boiling over the surface as he stormed down the stairs that led to the outside world. How could she do that to him? How could she have said that to him? It was unforgivable. He was furious with her, so angry all he could see was red. 1

This wasn’t over.2

Storming back up the stairs, he pushed back through her door and saw her sitting on the floor with tears in her eyes. As soon as she looked up at him and saw it was him the anger was there burning. It blazed like a bush fire ravaging everything in it’s path.3

Standing up quickly she opened her mouth to say something, but he moved quicker than her. His lips crushed down against hers without abandon. His tongue forcing through her already parted lips. She was in shock and didn’t know how to react, so she did the only thing that made sense. She kissed him back.4

She pushed her body hard against his, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair tugging sharply on it. With a loud gasp his head tilted back with the force of it. But he wasn’t going to give up that easily, she had the upper hand at the moment but not for long.5

His fingers slid up under her shirt and his hands felt hot against her cool skin. The next thing she felt was a sharp pain in her back, with a yelp she let go of his hair, eyes wide. 6

“No! You will not be in control.” He said forcefully, his hands gripping tightly on the material of her shirt and jerking it upwards, pulling it from her body with little to no struggle. His fingers made quick work on the clasp of her bra and then she was naked from the waist up.7

When it finally sunk in she started to struggle, started to push against him to get away. But he was too quick for her, taking a few quick steps she found her now hot back against the cold of the wall, the force knocking some of the wind out of her.8

His eyes were wild as he pulled at her pants, tugging and ripping them until they slid down her legs in a pool of torn material. Gasping she wouldn’t stand for this. She did everything she could to get this monster off her. She tore at his shirt ripping the buttons open to reveal his smooth chest.9

He groaned softly and a wicked glint crossed his eyes, pushing his lower body tighter against hers. “Mmm that’s it, get angry babe. Get so mad you can’t control it.” Were his words as he lowered his head, teeth sinking into the creamy skin of her neck.10

The sound that was meant to come from her mouth was supposed to be a protest but it was a moan, one of pleasure. She had to return the pain, she couldn’t let him hurt her without him feeling it. Her hands slid up behind his ripped shirt, grasping at his back, her manicured nails sinking quickly into his skin.11

Forcing a moan to vibrate along her skin, goosebumps rising and her knees weakening from the effect. It was almost too much for her to stand. And then it got worse. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples with force, eliciting another moan from her lips. His ravage of her didn’t stop there, he moved down her body with expert knowledge.12

It was a blur of happenings, he had no pants and his fingers were plunged deep inside of her, she couldn’t remember doing it. But his body had her standing on tiptoes, rising with each thrust of his fingers inside of her. Each jolt making her cry out, urging him on.13

Her hands grabbed at him, tore at his skin, his hair anything she could reach. Her teeth sunk into his earlobe when he moved his head up to breathe into her ear. He groaned and forced her further up the wall, slowly sliding his fingers from her and moving himself in-between her legs.14

She didn’t have time to react, he thrust himself up inside of her. Watching the shock register in her mind, her eyes fluttering closed from the pleasure of the sudden new intruder. He was so hot and pulsing to match the pulse beating rapidly behind her trapped skin.15

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he took one step back from the wall before slamming her back against it again, watching the wall shudder behind her. He was rewarded with her eyes snapping open an a small parting of her lips in a silent ‘O’.16

He didn’t know how much longer he could stand up, the pleasure of being inside her was overwhelming. He’d waited so long for this and it wasn’t sweet and romantic, it was forceful and hard. He carried her towards her room, her eyes widening more. “What are you doing?” Was her confused whisper.17

“Shush.” Was his only reply as he realised he wouldn’t make it to the bed. Dropping to his knees he threw her onto the rug on her living room floor. Back inside of her without a second thought, each thrust pushing as hard and deep in her fantastic pussy as he could manage.18

Her nails dug at him, her teeth sunk into him as he continued to push his length into her before pulling almost fully out of her, and repeating the process. Her moans against his skin got louder and louder, as her breathing became more ragged and frantic.19

He could tell she was close, but he needed something else to push her over the edge. Leaning his head down he took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking in hard, flicking his tongue over the small little nub.20

He felt her control shatter, her body shook and she cried out. The waves of pleasure rolling over her in quick smashing waves, forcing her body to arch up into him. It was amazing to watch her control slip, he let go of her nipple and continued to drive into her.21

Not letting the pressure ease up for a second. He saw her eyes open with that glint and she bit into him, one hand sliding up to grip at his hair while the other slid to his arse, digging well done nails into it without fear. It was enough to send him over the edge, to draw a long shuddering groan from his body as he collapsed on top of her.22

Panting and breathing was all he could concentrate on until he heard her high pitched laughter filling the air. She was being crushed beneath him, she probably had bruises forming on half of her body and she was laughing.23

“I guess you aren’t chicken after all.”