Maybe she went too far... (CW: )

Beth's feeling of triumph was quickly overtaken by fear as Brian flipped her onto her face, dragging down her panties roughly.
"Hey!" she tried to yell, but most of it was lost in the pillow as his hand pressed her head down. I've gone too far... he's... I've never seen him like this.
"You mean little slut... you want to get fucked? Is that really all you want? So bad that you'll give it up to someone else?" His voice was angry and lust filled... and it filled her with fear and desire in equal measure. His cock was suddenly at her pussy, and a tight fist in her hair pulled her into a low doggystyle as he rammed his cock in with little ceremony. She was just wet enough that he slid in without too much resistance, but she still cried out at the shock and pain of the sudden intrusion. With no preamble, Brian began to fuck her hard... harder than he ever had before that she could recall.
"This is what you want, huh? You don't appreciate me busting my ass to make partner so we can have a nice life. The cock is all you care about, huh?" His words stung as much as the relentless, remorseless pounding of his cock. Tears came to her eyes, staining the pillow as the flowed down her face and dripped from her chin. Some part of her wanted him to stop, to deny his words and end this rough use.... but it was what she wanted. He was fucking her, after all.... and despite the pain and the hurt of his words.... she wanted it... she needed it. Knowing that only made her cry harder.

Brian continue to fuck her more brutally than he'd ever done before. Jealousy had awoken something in him. He berated her for her lack of gratitude, for not seeing how hard he was working for her, for taunting him with the threat of fucking Kyle. She could not offer any defense... mostly because her brain was mush from trying to process her conflicting emotions.
"Fuck, Beth, you're dripping wet. Thinking about my brother? You want to fuck him after all this time together?"
She couldn't explain... she couldn't tell him how the humiliation, guilt and pain was making her wetter than ever...she was on the brink of a massive orgasm...
Brian must have sensed her pussy tightening up. "Oh, you're going to cum, huh?" As abruptly as he had started, he pulled out of her throbbing hole.
"No...." she whimpered in protest, her orgasm denied.
"You don't get to cum... not until you fucking apologize." His fingers invaded her pussy. He knew where to touch, where to stimulate, and her orgasm rose once more.
"Please..." she whined. "Please...."
"Please isn't what I want to hear."
"I'm sorry!!!" she cried. "I'm sorry for being a bitch." She tried to turn and look at him, but his hand was still tangled in her hair.
"You were just trying to make me jealous?" He growled.
"YES!!" she was ****. "I was!"
"Are you happy now that I'm giving you the cock you want?"
"YES! Please!!!" She was so close, but he kept her on the edge.
"Come here..." he dragged her by the hair until her face was level with his cock. He continued to **** her pussy with his fingers while he fucked her mouth, and when the warm, salty load hit the back of her throat, she hit her own orgasm as well, screaming and shaking so hard that she started **** and coughing as the cum tried to go down her throat.

After a few minutes of lying together on the bed, both panting, neither speaking or even making eye contact, Brian spoke.
"...are...are you ok? I... I don't know what came over me... I..... that was too far...."