"God, why can't you just understand how the real world works, Tom?" you screamed.
"I don't know how the real world works?" he demanded.
"No! You can't know what the real world is like! You're a world famous actor! You have no idea what it's like to go to work every day and worry about everything!"
"You won't have to worry if you just go with me." Tom crossed his arms.
"I've worked so damn hard for this career, I'm not throwing it away now."
"I'm not asking you to throw it away, I just want to be with you, why is that so bad?" Tom's face was turning red. His usually calm hair was disheveled from running his fingers through it in stress.
"Because you're asking me to tour the world with you like I don't have a real job that I love going to every day."
"You know what? Fine. Sorry I asked. Forget it."
You angrily sighed. "Whatever, Tom. I've never once asked you to give up acting and come to work with me every day. That's the equivalent of what you're asking me to do."
"Sorry for loving you and wanting to be with you for two months while I'm gone." Tom stomped off to your room.
You found him laying in bed, sulking. You laid down next to him.
"I'm pretty upset still," he said matter-of-factly.
"Why don't you take it out on me, then?" you asked in a sultry tone, batting your eyelashes.
He looked at you once before rolling on top of you, roughly taking your lips in his. A rush went to your core, knowing what was coming.
His tongue fought its way into your mouth, claiming every of control. He swiftly pulled your shorts down, revealing your rather wet panties.
"Mmm, already so wet for me?" he growled into your mouth. His long fingers rubbed your clit through your panties, eliciting a moan from you.
In no time, you were both naked and ready to take your frustration out. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and you pumped his dick a few times to make putting on the condom a little easier. He made eye contact with you. You nodded, and he slammed into you.
He grabbed your hands, holding them over your head while you wrapped your legs around his body, moaning his name loudly.
"God, you're so frustrating," he grunted between thrusts.
"So are you," you breathed, crying out as his tip brushed the spot that made your toes curl.
"Baby," he moaned. "I'm ... close."
Your eyes rolled back into your head as he pounded into you, hitting deeper each time, hitting more your spot each time. Your climax hit you hard and unexpectedly. He continued with sloppy, uneven thrusts until you felt him release inside the condom. He collapsed, sweaty.
You both felt much better, and fell asleep in each others arms, having worked out the pent up frustration in the best way possible.
