"What the fuck?" You scream as you enter your apartment. "That was completely uncalled for!"
"Listen, if you hadn't have looked so fucking sexy tonight, it wouldn't have happened. You need to calm down." Carlos growls, anger flashing in his eyes.
"I need to calm down? Carlos, I'm not the one who punched the dude in the face! So what if he was hitting on me? It's not like I was flirting back!"
"Really? You weren't flirting?" Carlos pretends to twirl his hair and uses his best female impression, "Heeeheee, you're SO funny," he gushes, batting his eyelashes.
"I was NOT acting like that." You cross your arms and pout, giving Carlos the "I will not admit you're right," look.
Carlos is centimeters away from your face, looking into your eyes with disbelief at the utter disregard for his feelings you're showing.
"You're doing it right now," he hisses at you, grabbing your hips.
"What do you mean?" you choke out, surprised at your boyfriend's sudden hostility.
"Flirting… That pouty face, it's so damn sexy." He breathes, and the next thing you know is his lips are on yours, his grip on your hips tighter than ever. He can't seem to get close enough to you, and soon enough you're on the coffee table in the living room, crushed under Carlos' weight. He's moving his hips against yours, and you can feel his hard-on through his dark wash jeans. You pull his hoodie off over his head and take hold onto his biceps, feeling the slightly defined muscles. You move your hands away for a second so your dress can be removed, and your bra comes soon after.
You reach down to undo Carlos' pants, and he smacks your hand away, causing you to let out a gasp of surprise at his hostility.
"No. Tonight I'm going to show you exactly what you made every guy at that club want to do to you," he growls into your ear and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, practically ripping them off of your body and throwing them across the room. He immediately pushes three fingers into you, causing you to yelp and clutch onto his shoulders, nails digging into his collarbones.
Pushing his fingers in and out, he bites at your jaw and neck, leaving bruises. He moves down to your collarbone and sinks his teeth into it, running his tongue over the mark when he unclenches his teeth. He gets off of you and pulls his pants off, revealing his lack of underwear from the entire evening. He gets back down on top of you and pulls your legs up so they're resting on his shoulders and he pushes into you, snapping his hips forward immediately. He quickly picks up a steady pace, thrusting into you fast and hard, causing you to yell his name. You're almost at the peak now, holding onto Carlos tighter than you could have ever imagined possible. He thrusts in one final time and hits something inside you that causes you to completely unravel, writhing and screaming under Carlos' body. Carlos finishes soon after you, a guttural moan ripping itself from his throat as he collapses onto the floor, letting your legs fall back down onto the coffee table. You can hear him panting, and after a few minutes he speaks.
"Maybe that will teach you to flirt with other guys around me."