Drives Me Crazy (erotica)

Chapter 1

I couldn't be sure but I think she did it on purpose. Make me angry, that is. I think she liked getting me worked up.

It's not easy to do. I'm generally pretty patient and even-keeled. Just quiet in general. It takes some effort to make me mad.

She did a great job of it that day we missed our flight. It was a few months back. I came to pick her up and she wasn't even close to being ready. She was still in the bathroom. No sense of urgency at all.

It was the first time she ever heard me raise my voice. Yelling through the door at her infuriated me. She tried to fight back but knew she was wrong. Knew she was being selfish.

That was my first inkling that she found my anger arousing. She opened the door and saw how irritated I was, my face red and my hands trembling. I continued yelling.

At first, she looked afraid. Her eyes watered as she looked back at me. She had never seen this side of me and I assumed she didn't like it. I was wrong. It wasn't fear at all that I was seeing.

She didn't say anything. She simply got on her knees and unzipped me, taking my soft cock in her mouth. I didn't fight it and I quickly grew in her mouth as she continued sucking me.

She sucked my cock hard and fast. So hard and so fast I thought I would bust immediately. Sensing this, she stopped and dragged me to the bed.

I lied down and she climbed on top of me. She didn't remove either of our clothes. Just moved her panties to the side as she slid me inside. Normally I would take the time to get her warmed up but her pussy was already wet. Very wet.

She squatted on me and rode me just like she sucked. Hard and fast. She pressed her arms on my chest as she fucked me. I had never heard her moan like this so quickly. I could've cum immediately from the friction but I fought it off as best I could, hoping I could continue just long enough for her orgasm.

She came first. As she grinded me faster and faster, she began to scream. So loud that I almost worried about the neighbors. That is, if I weren't so worried about lasting long enough for her.

We had fucked for no longer than a few minutes when she released on me. Her body shook violently. I felt her wetness envelope my cock just as my own moment came and I filled her with my hot cum.

We never spoke of the moment but I knew. I knew it was my anger, the juxtaposition of that side of me with the other traits of my personality that she liked. I knew she loved me for my personality. The thoughtfulness, the quietness, the patience. I knew she like all of that. But I also learned that day that should won't mind if I brought a little more fire into the bedroom.

I suspected she was trying to bring that passion out when she wore the dress to the tailgate.

"It's too windy for a dress, sweetie. I was just outside. You'll regret wearing that, I'm telling you. You should just wear pants."

"I'll be fine," she replied.

"Would you just listen to me? Go outside and see how strong the wind is. You'll want to wear pants."

"Nope. I'm wearing it," she replied dismissively. I knew I was right and I could already feel my heart rate rise.

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