Hate-Fucked My Wife After Our Worst Fight Ever And She Came So Hard She Screamed

My wife and I have been married for 2 years, and we're usually pretty chill, but last week we got into this massive argument over something stupid. I forget what even started it, but it blew up into yelling about everything from chores to old grudges. I stormed out to cool off, thinking we'd just sleep it off separately like we sometimes do.

But when I came back a couple hours later, the house was quiet. She was in the bedroom, still fuming, wearing this thin tank top and shorts that hugged her curves just right. She shot me a glare that could melt steel, but damn if it didn't make her look even sexier. Her cheeks flushed, eyes flashing with that fire I fell for back in the day.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the way her chest heaved with every angry breath, but I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. "You think you can just yell at me like that?" I growled, my voice low and rough. She pushed back at first, her hands on my chest, but then her nails dug in, and she hissed, "Fuck you," with this mix of hate and heat in her eyes.

That did it. I kissed her hard, all teeth and tongue, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other yanked her tank top up, exposing those perfect tits. She bit my lip, drawing a little blood, but she was grinding against me already, her body betraying how turned on she was.

"You hate me so much? Then show me," I said, flipping her around to face the wall. I pulled her shorts down in one swift motion, no panties underneath, she was already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light.

I didn't waste time. I freed my cock, rock hard from the tension, and slammed into her from behind. She gasped, arching her back, her ass pressing against me as I thrust deep, each stroke fueled by that leftover anger. "Is this what you want, you little brat?" I whispered in her ear, my hand wrapping around her throat just enough to make her moan. She didn't answer with words, just pushed back harder, meeting every pound with her own rhythm, her walls clenching around me like she was trying to pull me deeper.

I spanked her ass, leaving red handprints that made her yelp and then whimper for more. "Harder," she finally begged, her voice breaking. I obliged, fucking her relentlessly, the sound of our skin slapping echoing through the room. She reached down to rub her clit, her fingers frantic, and I could feel her building up. "Oh god, don't stop," she panted, her body trembling.

When she came, it was explosive. She screamed my name, her pussy spasming around my cock, squirting all over the floor and my thighs. That pushed me over the edge; I pulled out and came on her ass, watching it drip down her legs as she slumped against the wall, breathless and spent.

We collapsed onto the bed after, both laughing at how ridiculous the fight was. But since then, she's been teasing me about "pissing her off" again ever since. And I think she is very close.