Get out of my way - Sex Stories

Get out of my way

“Get out of my way!” you screamed as you push him away from you. You angrily walked toward your bedroom and went directly to the bathroom. You were so angry at him right now that you didn’t trust yourself to talk to him. It seems he feels the same way, too. He goes after you, his face almost red with anger. He was breathing heavily as he followed you into the bathroom. You face the mirror as you remove your earrings. Your chest heaves as you look at yourself. You wore your dark blue cocktail dress for him tonight at the club, but he didn’t even appreciate it. You looked at his reflection. He looked really good tonight. He’s in a black suit, and the dark shirt underneath is unbuttoned up to the middle of his abdomen. He grabbed your arm from behind but you shrug it off. “You were plastering yourself all over that asshole!” he shouted at you as he f***ed you to face him. He has both your arms in tight grips. You looked. He’s hurting you but you refuse to let him know it. You refuse to even shed a single tear. You try to break free but he wouldn’t let you go. “You’re being unreasonable! We were just dancing!” you shouted back. “We were just dancing while you were drinking with four other girls, remember?” you added with venom in your voice. He looked at you, his eyebrows meeting in a furious frown. He was about to say something, but you stop him with your next words. “Besides, you always said you hated to dance? So I danced with guys who loved it,” you taunted him. He cocked ...

... his head sideways and faced you again with a dangerous glint in his yes. “Really…” he whispers. Then he lets go of your arms but grabbed your hand to drag you outside the bathroom. “You go in there, wearing that slutty dress, flaunting yourself to every man in sight and you tell me you wouldn’t dance with your own boyfriend?” he said in angry tones, almost grunting each word out of his mouth. He dragged you to the balcony and pushed you against the concrete railing. “I may not know how to dance like that prick, but there’s one thing I’m really good at.” You felt cold as he moved you to lean on the railing, still defiantly facing him. It was already three in the morning and it was still dark. You feel the chill of the air but didn’t let it show. He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers drop silently to the floor. His boxers come down next, and your eyes widen at his erection. You panicked once you realized what he was going to do to you. “Are you crazy?! Someone could see us!” you yelled at his face and started pushing him out of your way so you could get back inside the house. He didn’t even budge. He laughed at your feeble attempts, the smell of his alcohol from breath drifts toward you. “What’s wrong now? You seemed to like it when people see you whoring around.” He pushed you f***efully back against the railing and lifted the hem of your cocktail dress up your waist as you continue to struggle. But he has you trapped between his legs. He pushed your lacy thong down your ...