Keep talking shit.

Beth was at once terrified and thrilled as Brian flipped her onto her back and pinned her shoulders to the bed. He wasn't hurting her, not really. His eyes were burning hot, and her heart skipped a beat.
"I've had it up to here with your shit, Beth." His voice was odd. He was definitely mad... but there was something else in there... He was panting hard, and she could feel his cock through his shorts. He IS turned on.
"Tough." she smiled. "I've got needs, and your brother's got a lot of pent up frustration, I'm sure. Maybe you should go to bed. I'll take some pictures for you." {if Formation = 5
} Her inner slut was clawing it's way to the surface. {endif
} Brian's hand went from her shoulder to her throat. He didn't squeeze hard, just enough to control the movement of her head. "Or maybe you want to watch?"
"Shut up!"
"Make me! Come on, baby! Put your cock where your mouth is!" Okay, that didn't make any sense, but Beth was still a little drunk. It didn't matter though.
Thirty seconds later, Beth was naked. Her hair was tangled in Brian's fist. The hard, repeated slapping noise of Brian's hips against her ass and thighs filled the bedroom as his cock pistoned her soaking wet pussy.

"AH! AH! AH! Fuck! That's it! Show! Me! Whose! Pussy! This! Is!"
"Louder, slut. So your boyfriend can hear!" he growled. Oh, baaaaby. She belted out her moans with gusto as Brian pounded her pussy like she had been missing.
The intense, angry, booze-soaked fucking couldn't last. Before too long, Beth was screaming into her pillow, and Brian was flipping her over to cum on her face and tits. He was still pissed, and stomped out of the room afterward to clean up in the bathroom, leaving her to come down by herself in the strange afterglow of the angry, jealousy sex.
Now that....is what I've been missing... the thought sent her drifting away into kinky dreams before Brian could even return from the bathroom.