I had been dating my now-ex for about eight months. Although we engaged in our fair share of arguments, things were generally going well. It was challenging to find points of agreement because we were both very dissimilar and challenging people.
After some time, I started to notice a pattern: every time we had sex after a fight, he seemed to fuck me way harder, spank me harder, choke me harder while giving him a blowjob, and even humiliate me harder. I didn’t understand why he was doing it, but I found myself beginning to like it. Sometimes I purposely enraged him in order to make him fuck the shit out of me. It almost seemed like I was trying to make him punish me, but it felt strangely satisfying. It was a little bit addictive. When we had sex after an argument, I felt a level of intense pleasure I had never felt before. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t get myself to stop.
When his friends were around, I even went so far as to make some small dick jokes in front of them (he loved to brag about his big dick, which was true but annoying). It was extremely immature, but it enraged him. We argued, and I could see what was going to happen.
When we arrived at his house, he went to the bathroom, and I followed him while putting my hair in a ponytail. I went down to undo his pants and made one last small dick joke that pushed him over the edge, resulting in a 15-minute blowjob with loads of cum, gagging deaptroating, dickslaps in the face, and him taunting me for chocking on his’small dick’.
After a while, he walked to his bedroom and motioned for me to follow. He sat down and instructed me to undress and show him what I had. I can still feel the slaps on my ass from when I was sitting on his lap. We started kissing after a while, and he put me in a missoinairy position. Instead of taking his time, he went for it right away, pinning my legs back.He began thrusting hard and fast into me, pushing me to the brink of pleasure. With each thrust, I felt my body tighten and my breathing become faster and heavier. My orgasm was building, but he kept going, pushing me further and further. His hands began to move around my body, gripping and squeezing my curves in just the right places and sending pleasure sparks through my body. I could feel the intensity rising within me as he built up to a feverish rhythm. I wanted to scream with pleasure, but he kept pushing me until I let out a loud plea of pleasure and felt my orgasm crash through my body. But he didn’t stop there; he also placed me in the reverse cowgirl position. I bounced on his dick while he slapped my ass so hard I couldn’t sit for two days.
He then pushed me away and ordered me to get down on my hands and knees in the doggy position. As he continued to thrust into me, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me closer to him. He was pounding me hard and fast, and I could feel his big cock deep in my belly. I felt him tensing up and pushing my head into the bed. He went for it one last time, fucking me and causing tears to stream down my face from the pain and pleasure, after which he completely filled me up.
When I thought we were finished, he sat down next to me and told me I had to lick his balls to apologize for our earlier fight. I complied nervously, licking and sucking his balls as he moaned in pleasure. As I continued, his hands gripped my hair tightly, but after a few moments, he finally stopped me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zwvudg/i_make_my_boyfriend_upset_so_he_fucks_me_harder_mf