He was so hard for her explosive, razor-sharp words, the sound of her rising voice that he knew later would rise at the start of her orgasm. He believed that secretly, she liked to fuck the hate out of herself onto his cock. She moved in such a forceful deliberate manner when she was going off on one of her red-hot tangents. Her touch was harder when she grabbed his cock. She slid her teeth instead of her lips along his rigidity, pulling his balls tight with her hand.
She didn’t want the gentle caresses and the endless making out they usually went for during calmer times. She bit into his mouth, his neck and sucked his tongue.
He would try to take her, when he wanted control. He pulled her hair, grabbed her hips, tried to get behind her and
She burned him up in her fury.