Bubbling up

Something clicked in my mind. This was not Jane. This was Amy, a horny slut, who wanted to get between me and my girl. A scowl hardened on my face, and I fucked her with my anger. I pounded her hard, letting the hate fuel me. I had never fucked Jane like this, had always been loving and gentle with her, but now I fucked Amy hard. She screamed in pleasure. I reached out and muted her with a rough hand, pushing her head onto the bed.

I pulled up every negative image about her I could, every slight, every jab. It wasn't much to go on, but it was enough. But then, god damn those tits bouncing. I flipped her over onto her back, grabbed her hips and fucked her again.

I stared at the wall, trying to channel my anger into my cock. I smacked her still red ass again. She was making too much noise, so I clamped a hand over her mouth. Finally, my balls began to boil. I started to cum, pumping my seed into her. And with it, the last vestiges of my anger.

I collapsed on the bed next to her. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"I...I..." she stammered, her face red, a huge smile on her face, "I'm fantastic. Thank you, sir."

We paused, shoulder to shoulder, while we caught our breath.

Finally, I willed myself up and went to the master bath for a shower. She was gone when I finished.