He goes for your pussy

You feel his free hand slip beneath you and over your stomach now. He pulls you up at the midsection hard, propping you on your knees, ass in the air. "No, stop," you manage to pull your face from the pillow long enough to beg him now. He just shoves your face back into the pillow. "I said shut it! Shut it and take it like the bitch you are." His whole demeanor had shifted drastically. Where he was once just a tipsy mystery man, now he was a possessed ****.

At this point, he released your head, but you did not bother to raise it again, knowing that it would just cause him to slam it again into the pillow. The next thing you felt was a searing hot smack across the right side of your ass. He was spanking you--hard. Your ass wiggled with each hit. He treated the other side the same. Before long, your peachy flesh had turned red.

You have to admit though, being handled like this made you hot. You always dreamed of your boyfriend doing something like this to you. But never a stranger.

The next thing you felt was his cock sliding into your pussy. Apparently, you were so wet that it took next to no effort for him to get all the way in. But once in, your body tensed up and squeezed his cock like a vice. "Mm, that's it, baby. Squeeze my dick," he said.

You remember now that you did not take your pill. In fact, you have not been on the pill for a solid month now. You and your boyfriend had been using condoms because the pill had been making you too hormonal. "No, stop. I'm not on the pill," you finally speak again.

"Too bad," he said and slammed your face back into the pillow again just as you figured he would. He left his hand on the back of your head again too, holding you firmly against the pillow as he picked up pace, slamming his cock violently into your body repeatedly. His other hand gripped your hip to keep your ass in place.

You were practically screaming into the pillow now. In fear and in lust. Your mind reeled at the fact you were being assaulted like this, and the fact your assailant could impregnate you. Yet, your body had started to rock back onto his shaft of its own accord. Even the tears running from your eyes, staining the linen of the pillow, was mixed. You cried because you were being ****, but you cried also because you were getting off on it.

In fact, you were getting off so much that you were already nearing orgasm. And from the way he was throbbing inside you, and the way he was grunting now, fucking you so hard that the bed was slamming against the wall, you knew he was close too.