He followed her into the kitchen, the idea of hate fucking the furthest from his mind. Their stupid argument escalating to a screaming match. She thinks he’s cheating. He isn’t. He had wanted to keep it a secret because he wanted to give her a romantic evening with flowers and champagne. She just won’t let the stupid argument drop!
Finally, he broke. After hours of this back and forth anger, he grabbed the ring out of his pocket and proposed; in, honestly, the most angry voice ever. He watched as her eyes went from furious to confused to ecstatic. Her mad expression transformed to utter elation. She ran at him, pounding lightly on his chest, telling him how stupid he is, but he knew she loved him. Her small fists thumping against his chest.
He captured her lips with his, his hand tilting her face up. Their tongues tangling, tasting, then becoming fervid. They fed at each other. Hands roaming over their clothes only to end up ripping them off each other. He dipped his head down to taste her breasts, laving her taunt nipples.
But her actions kept circling in his head like his tongue on her nipples. It made him angry. She can be SO BITCHY! SO CONCEITED! He was going to teach her to listen. or at least make her body listen. Hate fucking came to mind. They hadn’t done that in quite a while. In fact, They had been getting along very well, but with him still being mad…
He became more vigorous, feeding at her breasts. His teeth becoming aggressive. Her moans and whimpers of pain feeding him. He bit her! His teeth leaving marks and a little blood. She screamed and pushed him away!
“How DARE you?!?!” Her outraged voice almost echoed in the kitchen.
He grinned, a little blood smeared on his lips. “YOU started this! YOU had to keep prying!”
She went to slap him, but he caught her hand and pulled her in tight for a brusque kiss, their lips bruising on each other. The heat in that kiss said it all. He was hard and aching. He lifted her up and balanced her on the table as he slammed his dick inside her pussy. Her screams louder than before.
Their hate fucking was intense yet quick. His angry slamming thrusts and her nails carving furrows in his back. Both leading to a powerful orgasm from them both. Their breaths mingling as they cuddled in the aftermath.
“I’m sorry, Honey. I should have trusted you,” she breathed at him.
“You should have! But wasn’t that hate fucking great?”