"Shut up!" You yell at him, balling up your fist. You pace back and forth looking at him as he stands in front of you.
"You act like a fucking child!" Tom screams pointing at you, gnashing his teeth, clenching his jaw in that way.
"You're the fucking child, Thomas!" You hiss throwing your hands up, the argument had gone every which way and started out because he was in one of his moods and you weren't having it. He had the ability to get snappy sometimes, most of the time you ignored it but today. Oh no, not today. Things were being saidfrom both sides that you knew were hollow words only flung because of rage. "Fuck it!" You say storming over to the coffee table and snatching up your keys.
"Oh! You're going to just leave, is that it?" You hear him say, but you try to ignore him. You turn and try to walk to the door, but he cuts you off before you can make it down the hall.
"Get out of my way, Thomas." You hiss, looking at him from up under your lashes.
"No," he pushes his chest out and blocks you.
"I said move!"
"Is this how you deal with shit, hum!? You run away?" He asks, looking down at you. You try to push past him, but he grabs you by your wrist and yanks you towards him. He is clenching his teeth, his blue eyes burning, his chest rising and falling against yours as he inhales deeply. You aren't really sure what got into you, yes you were mad at him, fighting mad, but you couldn't ignore that jolt that rushes between your legs. Before you could react Tom's large hand grabs you by your face and he crushes his lips against yours. You don't react to the kiss quick enough causing him to growl at you.
"Open your fucking mouth." he orders, his voice sending another shock to your cunt. You do as he tells you, feeling his tongue slip into your mouth. Your hand comes up and you grab his face, trying to kiss him just as rough as he kisses you. You bite him and he yanks away, dabbing his lip to see if you possibly bit him a little too hard. You know you didn't and you chuckle at his reaction. Tom glares at you and snarls, before pushing you hallway wall.
"You think that's funny?" He asks lowly.
"Yeah, and so what?" you stare into his eyes. "What the fuck you going to do about it, Thomas?" He doesn't give you time to even realize what he is doing, his hand reaching your tank top and yanking it. You gasp as the seams pop, causing the flimsy fabric to drop off of you in tatters. Tom quickly turns you around, pressing you against the wall. You whimper feeling the cool paint against your bare front and tits.
He doesn't say anything only rushing to undo his belt and zipper. God, you want him, rough and quick right there in the hallway. You hear Tom spit on his hand and rub it on his cock. He grabs your hips and forces you to bead over further. There was no warning; he simply shoved into you, starching your cunt in one thrust.
"Ah!" You cry, throwing your head back. Tom slaps your ass, causing you to wince in pain at the sting.
"You like it when I fuck your cunt?" he hisses, grabbing your hips tightly as he pounds into you. You don't say anything, still mad at him, but that is slowly fading.
Tom groans, thrusting even harder. "Oh! I'll get you to tell me you love it" He says before he reaches around to your clit, his fingers pinching the swollen bud before rubbing it roughly.
"Ohhh—!" You moan arching your back. Your nails clawing at the wall in front of you.
"Ah! Yes...your pussy is so fucking tight." he pants, he his balls slapping up against you.
"Th-Thomas..." you utter feeling it, deep down the pressure starting to take form. Tom suddenly pulls up one of your legs, driving himself even deeper. You gasp loudly as his cock hits your G-spot over and over again. "God!! Tom! Wait—" You choke, it felt different, heavier, more intense. You bite your lip, clinching your eyes shut as the pressure builds. Tom doesn't stop, still slamming into you hard.
"Come—I—ah—I want to feel you fucking come." he speaks lowly.
"Ah! Ye-yes!-I'm gonna—holy fucki-!" You stop speaking, throwing your head back as your nervous system feels an intense blow. Your legs tense up, and you are sure you might get a cramp from it but you don't care. All you care about is how good he is making your cunt feel. It was then when your pussy quivers, harder than it ever had and you felt the sudden squirt shoot from your cunt. It was so strong that you force him out of you. In that moment you weren't aware of anything, only the pleasure. You couldn't even speak, all language snatched from you as your leg's quivering, your knees buckle and you fall. There was an aftershock and you squirt again, your liquid spilling onto the hallway floor.
"Oh god—ah—that is so fucking hot." You vaguely hear him moan from behind you. Even before you could recover Tom grabs you and forced you to face him. He yanks you by your hair and forces his cock into your mouth; you could taste yourself on him. You love it. He held your head and thrust fucking your face, you choke, but he keeps going.
"Y-yes-yess" he chants, stroking into your mouth like it is your pussy. "Ah!" He pulls out suddenly shooting his load on your face; you open your mouth to catch some of it. You hum lovingly at his slightly salty taste. Tom slumps bonelessly and looks down at you as you wipe a drop of his cum off of your chin and suck it off of your finger.
"I-I'm sorry." he pants. You look up at him and smile.
"Me too, darling." That was just how you two dealt with arguments...and you wouldn't have it any other way.
