Every word, curse, and sigh from our argument just moments ago is forgotten. I can't even remember what it was about, but seeing you so upset, so angry at me...It rubbed me the wrong fucking way and now I can't leave no matter how many times you tell me or how loud. I need you to know how much I love your dumbass.

I straddle your hips, grinding my hard cock against your core through our clothes. "Quit fucking pissing me off," I growl, yanking your shirt up to expose your lace-covered tits. I reach behind you, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside carelessly. I lean down, taking one stiff peak into my mouth and sucking hard, grazing it with my teeth. My other hand gropes and squeezes the neglected breast roughly, kneading the soft flesh.

I look up at you with wild, lust-crazed eyes. "I fucking love you, can't you see that," I rasp before switching to your other nipple, biting and sucking mercilessly. My hips continue to grind roughly against yours, the friction building. I sit back up, practically tearing your jeans and panties off your legs in my haste to get you naked. I undo my belt and zipper with trembling fingers, shoving my jeans and boxers down just enough to pull my aching cock out.

"Mm..I wanna put it in," I groan, rubbing the swollen head through your slick folds. I line myself up and slam forward, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

"Goddamnit, baby...I love you...please," I whimper, starting to pound into you hard and fast. The bed creaks and shakes with the force of my thrusts as I fuck you with nothing but frustration, anger, and pure love and commitment. "Ungh...fuck, babe..."