You’re Not You When You’re Angry
Brea stormed into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. She’d had the worst day imaginable—her car broke down, her boss was riding her ass about a minor mistake, and to top it all off, she’d gotten into a fight with her sister over nothing.
She was a seething mass of pent-up fury and frustration, and she knew exactly who she was going to take it out on. Her boyfriend, Kai, looked up from his laptop, concern etched on his face.
“What’s wrong, Brea?” he asked, setting his device aside.
“Nothing’s wrong—everything’s wrong!” she snapped, striding over to him. “You have no idea what I’ve been through today. Now get on your fucking knees.”
Kai’s eyes widened, but he recognized the dangerous glint in her eye immediately. “Okay, babe… whatever you need.”
Brea didn’t wait. She yanked down her yoga pants and panties, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pushed his face between her legs.
“Fuck your mouth out of me.”
Kai obeyed, licking her clit with long, eager strokes as she rode his face—hips grinding, breath ragged, anger melting into raw need. Her juices dripped down his chin as she tightened her grip in his hair.
“More. Fuck more.”
She hauled him up, shoved him onto the couch, and straddled him. No teasing, no gentleness—just the ferocity of someone who’d hit her limit.
With a guttural sound, she sank onto his cock, taking him all the way. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode him with furious abandon, the couch creaking beneath their bodies.
“Harder, Kai. Faster.”
Kai bucked up into her, meeting every thrust as her climax crashed over her in a violent, shaking wave. She screamed into his neck as her pussy clenched tight around him, milking every pulse of his release when he spilled deep inside her.
Breathing heavy, Brea finally collapsed against him, her anger reduced to soft, trembling exhaustion.
“Better?” he asked, stroking her hair.
She let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah… much better. Thanks for taking it like that. I’m sorry I dumped all that on you.”
Kai shrugged with a gentle smile. “Anytime, Brea. That’s what I’m here for.”