The Fight SeXStoRY

“You sonofabitch!” she screamed as she hurled another dish toward him. “How could you be so stupid?” She grabbed for another plate and threw it at his head. “Hey, you’re gonna kill me.” he said, ducking while trying to push the broken china away from his bare feet. “If you’re lucky, I’ll just kill you. I can’t believe you would say something like that!” She looked for another object to throw at him. “C’mon, I told you I was sorry. What more do you want?” “I wanna kill you, that’s what I want!” She found a glass paperweight and aimed right for his head. He thought that he was lucky she couldn’t throw particularly well. The wall showed evidence of her poor aim. He thought, “I have to do something quick to make her stop. She might get lucky and hit her target – my head.” He went to his knees, kept his head down and started crawling toward her. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” she asked. He said nothing figuring that whatever he said would only be used against him. She continued to look for a new piece of ammunition. He looked up briefly, saw that she had nothing to throw and rushed her. He threw his arms around her waist while still on his knees. “Let’s talk this over, please?” he begged. “NO!” I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work this time,” she said as she tried to push his arms from around her. His grip was strong and she couldn’t break it. While keeping his arms around her, he stood up and faced her. “Please sweetie, ok, I admit it. I was stupid for saying what I said but I didn’t mean any harm.” He tried to kiss her but she turned away from him. He didn’t realize that she had grabbed a book and with one fell swoop, clobbered him on the back of the head. “Hey! that hurt!” “It was supposed to hurt!” she yelled. He wanted to reach for his head to see if there was a bump but he was afraid to let go. He tried to wrestle her arms to her side but she was a strong little vixen and fought his attempt. They kept on jostling and fell to the floor. They were side by side and he managed to gain an advantage by grabbing her wrists and pushing her to her back. He straddled her, pinning her arms over her head. He looked at her for a moment. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. He never told her that when she got this angry, it only made her more beautiful. Her eyes would burn bright, her face would become flush and he would stare at her lips while she would form every curse word she screamed at him. He couldn’t resist. Keeping her arms in his grasp he bent over to kiss her. She began kicking and yelling, “No! NO!, not this time!” She was turning her face so that he couldn’t find her lips. After a struggle, he planted one on her. She tried to bite his lip but he pulled away. Again, he went for a kiss, landing one firmly on her lips. While she fought again, she wasn’t as ferocious in her struggle. She moaned softly as the kiss turned from a defensive maneuver to a romantic, passion filled kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth. He thought that he had finally cooled her down a bit. “You know I love it when your Irish gets going.” He looked into her eyes and saw that she had blown off all the steam she wanted. He kissed her again, letting go of her arms, which she threw around him. She pulled him closer to her and ran her hand across the back of his head. “Ow! that’s where the book got me.” he said, grimacing in pain. “I’m sorry baby. You know I’d never hurt you,” she said sweetly. “Well, you sure have a funny way of not hurting me,” he said and kissed her again. He knew what was in store for when his lover was angry, she was passionate and when she was passionate, he would always sl**p contentedly for they would make love for hours. Her adrenalin would rush through her body and she would become possessed. The kiss lasted for a long time. Her hands would find his butt and she would squeeze his cheeks. Her tongue would continue exploring his mouth and tonight, they would be together. She stopped the kiss, grabbed his shirt and pulled on it. She ripped it right down the middle and made her way to his nipples. She treated them as though they were as big as hers and she would suck hard on one of them while pinching the other. The pain he experienced was exquisite. She moved back to his mouth and kissed him hungrily. She pulled his head to her breasts and f***ed him into her cleavage. He did to her what she did to him: he ripped her blouse, exposing the lacy black bra that covered her. He deftly unhooked it. Using only his teeth, he pulled it away from her. She released her arms so it came away from her body. It was now his turn and he latched onto her nipple, sucking it between his teeth. It stood erect in his mouth and he toyed with it with his tongue. She moaned again, this time more deeply as though she was possessed. Still aroused from her tirade, her anger turned to lust and she reached to his crotch. She firmly grabbed him then deftly began unbuckling his pants. She slipped her hand down and tightly gripped his cock. It was hard and she made a new sound. “MMMmmmmm” she said. “I want you to fuck me now. Don’t make love to me, fuck me!” she insisted. He removed his pants, undid her shorts and slipped them over her hips to her ankles. She lifted her legs inviting him in. She guided his hardon into her pussy and began pumping. With only a few strokes, she came. And she came hard. “More!” she demanded, “fuck me more.” She didn’t stop thrusting her hips toward his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they continued pumping feverishly. She held on to him tightly as another orgasm came through her body, a wave that completely engulfed her. She still wasn’t done, and neither was he. His time was getting close. She leaned up so that her mouth was next to his ear and ordered him, “Cum for me now. Cum deep inside me.” “It’s here, I’m cumming!” he declared and with two or three more hard strokes, emptied his load in her as she had a final orgasm. He could feel her lips form around his cock. It seemed as though she could make them milk him. The thrusting slowed as they were finishing their shared orgasm. He was spent and she was content. He kissed her lovingly, looked into her eyes and said with a laugh, “Sometimes I think you want to fight so we can make up.” She smirked. “You’ll never know, now will you?"