Whose pussy is it?

"What the hell Myra, you can't just insult my cousin and then storm off, what's going on with you?" asked Mark, following Myra as she stormed down the hallway.

"I thought you were cheating on me," yelled Myra. "And I had every reason to think so, you were practically eye-fucking her."

"Oh come on, she's my cousin, that's just gross," shot back Mark, frowning at her.

"Maybe I should go find one of my cousins to fuck and then we'd be even," snarled Myra.

"Dammit Myra, what's going on with you? This isn't you," said Mark.

"This is me Mark, all of me, maybe you'd know that if you weren't so busy oogling every pretty girl you see," said Myra as she stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

"I do not oog. .. fuck it, open this door Myra!" called Mark as he banged on the bathroom door.

"No!" yelled Myra as she sat on the counter near the sink , leaning her elbows on her knees as she held her head.

"Just talk to me Myra, tell me what this is really about," said Mark.

"It's about you cheating on me!" yelled Myra in a muffled voice, her face buried in her hands.

"I'm not cheating on you," protested Mark.

"I'm calling up Greg, he and I have some catching up to do," yelled Myra.

"Oh hell no!" said Mark, seeing red. Greg was Myra's ex, he'd been trying for the longest while to get back in Myra's good graces and her pants. Mark reared his foot back and kicked the door in.

'What the fuck are you doing?" asked Myra as Mark burst into the bathroom. "You broke my lock!" she yelled.

"I'm going to make you forget that asshole," said Mark as he yanked Myra to her feet.

"What the hell, get off me," said Myra, beating her fists against his chest, she might as well have been hitting a brick wall for all the good it did her.

"You've really done it this time Myra, insulting my family, accusing me of shit I didn't do and now this, saying you'll call up that son of a bitch," growled Mark as he held her shoulders, shaking her as he stared down at her.

"I don't believe you broke my damn door!" she yelled as she glowered at him. The two stared at each other for a long moment, eyes locked in anger as they glared daggers into each other, both pissed off and not ready to back down. Myra opened her mouth to fling another insult at him when his lips crashed down on hers. She tried to push him off but his hot mouth was devouring hers in a toe curling kiss and it was getting harder and harder to remember what she wanted to say.

"I'll make you forget," he growled, yanking open the front of her shirt, sending buttons flying about the bathroom.

"Dammit Mark, I liked that shirt," she said, even as she pulled her bra off, freeing her breasts which he quickly palmed, rolling the firm flesh under his hands.

"I don't give a shit," he said as he hitched up her skirt, yanking her underwear off of her as she grabbed the top of his shirt, almost ripping it off him as she flew it across the room.

"Son of a bitch." she growled as she undid his belt, tugging it roughly from the loops. It had barely fallen to the floor before she undid his pants and shoved them down his legs, all the while his hands steadily working on her breasts, roughly tugging and pulling her nipples just how he knew she liked it.

"You make me fucking crazy," he growled as she bit down on the side of his neck.

"What're you gonna do about it?" she challenged, fisting her hands in his hair, pulling on the short strands. He glared at her as he leaned down and kissed her hard, putting his hands on her hips.

"This," he said as he spun her around and bent her over the square porcelain sink, pushing her firmly against it as he plunged into her tight heat from behind. He had a fleeting thought to check whether she was wet enough but all misgivings disappeared when he slid inside her, finding her slick and ready for him. He groaned as he felt her velvety walls grip his cock, pulling him further inside her.

"See what you do to me," he growled as he began pounding into her mercilessly, not giving her a chance to adjust to what he was well aware was his monstrous size.

"Unngh," she moaned as he rammed into her repeatedly, grunting at the sheer force of it. With each powerful stroke her clit was crushed against the edge of the cold, porcelain sink, sending ripples of pleasure shooting through her body. Myra felt like she was going insane, they'd had rough sex before, but never like this, never this raw, this amazing. His anger, his passion was practically flowing through them, just when she thought she couldn't possible feel anymore, he reached in front and grapped hold of a taut nipple, tugging and pulling at it as his teeth found her shoulder, nipping and sucking at her flesh. She cried out at the feel of him, ravaging her body, helpless to do anything but cling to the sink for dear life, thoroughly enjoying the torrent of sensations shooting through her body.

"Oh God, Mark," she gasped, throwing her head back as she felt herself quickly approaching her climax.

"That's it Myra, who's fucking you?" he rasped, his voice strained as he kept up his furious momentum, hips slamming into her, smacking sounds filling the room.

"Maaaark," she moaned, her eyes wide open, pupils blown as she drew closer and closer to her orgasm, his rough fingers tugging and rolling her nipples.

"Is this my pussy?" he asked as he drove into her. She gasped and moaned, having no air left in her, her clit throbbing and pulsing under the brutal assault as it was crushed into the sink.

"Say it Myra, say it's mine," he demanded.

"Fuck you, last time I checked it was attached to MY body," she shot back, a challenging glint in her eye as she stared at him in the mirror in front of them.

"Bitch," he growled as he increased his pace, moving at almost inhuman speed, ramming into her, deeper and faster as he pushed her harder into the sink, punishing the tiny bundle of nerves.

"Ungh, MAAAARRRKKK!!!" she screamed as she came hard, flooding his cock with her juices, setting him off as she pulsed around him, squeezing and milking him with her inner walls making him cum with her, flooding her velvety walls with his seed.

"Myraaa," he moaned, his head falling into the crook of her neck as they both rode out their highs, trying to catch their breath. Mark slowly slid out of her and they collapsed on the floor as he wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her so she was facing him as he lay on his back. Mark panted as she buried her face in his chest breathing just as hard as he was. He looked around and felt a sudden pang of guilt, what the hell had he just done? He'd brutally fucked his girlfriend in a bathroom of all places. She tried his patience and made so mad he couldn't see straight, but still, that wasn't an excuse, she didn't deserve that. He looked at the top of her head as she lay on top of him, arms wrapped around his chest as she tried to catch her breath.

"You know I fucking love you right?" he asked, hooking a finger under his chin to make her look at him. She grinned at him as she rested her chin on his chest, staring up at him.

"I know, I love you too, you crazy asshole," she said. Mark chuckled as he ran his fingers through her hair. She drove him so crazy at times but he had to admit, he didn't hate it, especially when it led to amazing sessions of angry sex like the one they'd just had.

"I would never cheat on you," he said, rubbing her cheeks with his thumbs as he gazed down at her.

"I know, I just didn't like the way she was looking at you, I couldn't bear the thought of ... " she cut off laying her head on his chest.

"Hey, I'm yours and yours alone, even if you won't admit that this is mine," he said, cupping her pussy as he pulled her closer. She laughed as she leaned down and kissed him tenderly.

"It's yours Mark, my pussy is all yours, always has been," she said, smiling against his lips before kissing him again.

"That's what I like to hear," he said as he wrapped his arms around her and stood up, scooping her up in his arms.

"I'm really sorry about the... " he began, meaning to apologize for being so rough with her.

"I swear, if you apologize for what was probably the best angry sex we've ever had, I'm going to kick your ass," she said, scowling playfully at him. Mark felt like a weight was removed from around his heart as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lay her head on his shoulder. He grinned down at her, kissing her forehead before pushing the bathroom door open.

"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted," he said as he leaned in and kissed her again, meshing his lips to hers in a passionate, toe- curling-butterfly-inducing-fireworks-behind-the eyelids kiss as he carried her to the bedroom.