There was some tension going on between them after the last case. Never had he been so humiliated during a debate. But her wittiness was what saved them from being a total embarrassment to the press. He never got the chance to formally thank her because she was partly upset at him, but he figured their current predicament was suitable. They argued for hours and one thing led to another and before he knew it, they were hate fucking each other.
Currently, he had her in doggie style, one of his preferred positions. He rocked his hips back and forth from behind. Soft moans left his lips as waves of pleasure shot up from his lower regions to his abdomen. His hands grabbed her blonde locks and tugged it hard, causing her chin to tilt towards the ceiling. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He cursed as her inner walls gripped his cock. The sounds of sex filled his bedroom, with each thrust harder than the last. This method of ending arguments was far more appealing than a screaming match. If all their disagreements ended up like this, he’d be more inclined to fight with her. There was something especially hot with hate fucking. Given their relationship and work dynamic, it was a suitable activity.