A chance to take stock of your situation

Just as your orgasm begins winding down, Josh lets out another groan directly into your mouth, pressing his body tightly against yours, pushing his cock as far into your pussy as he possibly can. A rush of warmth deep within you reignites your pleasure almost violently, triggering another, surprised orgasm tightening your limbs around him.

After what feels like a blank white eternity, he disengages your lips, both of you breathing heavily as he lays on top of you, still inside of you. Even before he has caught his breath, he's laughing quietly, victorious smirk taking over his visage once again.

"I honestly didn't expect you to go off again like that," he comment quietly, leaning in to deliver a surprisingly soft kiss to your cheek. "Not that I'm complaining, of course. It was pretty clear you enjoyed it, too." You want to respond, but can't even manage a whimper. You're not sure if it would be in protest or ascent.

Your head is spinning one way for the lack of oxygen, the other for confusion. It's still hard to believe this is really happening. Did he really mean it? He wants you...?

You are too exhausted to react in surprise as he pushes himself off of you, pulling out as he slowly stands.

"Well, that was a successful round one," he comments, smirk softening slightly as he meets your wide eyes. "We'll take a break for now. I'll get you some water. Can't have you dehydrating on me, right?"

Without awaiting any response, verbal or non, he leaves the room, not locking the door behind him.

He's looking after you? Taking care of you?

...

He's going to fuck you again.

You manage a sigh. Seems like you aren't going home tonight.

You attempt to push yourself into a sitting position, but your muscles insist upon being Jell-o, refusing to bear any weight without trembling like an earthquake. After a few attempts, you resign yourself to your present condition, staring up at the ceiling as your breathing finally regulates.

Now that you can think clearly again, you replay the events of the evening in your head. It's pretty clear already what his plan is:

He is going to "make you his" by getting you pregnant. Tonight. He is going to flood your womb with his cum over and over until there's no chance that he hasn't succeeded. He'll probably keep you with him tomorrow, too, just to make sure you don't try anything.

A tear escapes your eyes, rolling towards your ear slowly. The one time you decide to leave the house, you end up not only humiliated by the jerk who has made it his mission to get under your skin for years, but also lost your virginity to him and probably been knocked up. The worst part is... you sincerely liked it. You couldn't deny that if you tried. Just thinking of how it felt brings a flush back to your face, gets you breathing a bit heavier.

The door opens suddenly, shaking you from your thoughts.

He wears a diminished version of his normal smirk, almost as if he is forcing it onto his face rather than genuinely meaning it, not because he is displeased, however. He is certainly proud of himself; you can see it clearly in his eyes. No, he is sincerely happy that he has you right where he wants you.