Admission

You don’t wait for her to find the right words. You pull almost all the way out and drive back in with the full force of every month of rejection, every cold morning, every time she turned away. The thick head of your cock smashes against her cervix. Natasha’s back arches hard off the mattress. A sharp, broken cry tears out of her throat under the hand still resting there.

“Whose is it?” you demand, and thrust again, harder, the full 8.5 inches burying itself to the root with a wet, punishing slap of skin. “The baby? The dates? Tanya’s messages? You don’t get to keep this from me while you lie here taking my cock like the slut I feel you are.”

Each question lands with another deep, powerful stroke that forces the air from her lungs. Her soft body jolts under the impact. Full breasts bounce with every thrust. Soft stomach yields as you drive into her without restraint. The hand at her throat stays firm, not choking, just holding her in place so she has to feel every brutal inch. The wet sound of her cunt taking the thick length fills the bedroom, louder and messier with each punishing stroke.

Natasha tries to speak between the impacts. The words come out fractured.

“I… I didn’t mean… please… I can’t…”

You cut her off with another full-power thrust that bottoms out against her cervix and stays there, grinding deep while she trembles.

“You can. You’ve been keeping it for weeks. Months. Every time you told me you were sore or tired you were covering this. Every time you watched me finish and still said nothing. Answer me.”

You resume the hard rhythm, hips slamming forward, the thick cock stretching her open and slamming home again and again. Her legs have locked high around your waist despite the force, soft thighs shaking. The calculated seduction she tried is gone. What remains is a woman being fucked with pure, focused anger while the truth is dragged out of her one impact at a time.

Her resolve cracks on a particularly deep stroke that makes her cry out and clutch at your wrist.

“I fucked someone else,” she gasps, voice raw and broken. “I cheated. The baby isn’t yours. I’ve been with someone else. That’s why the dates don’t work. That’s why I stopped letting you touch me. I couldn’t face you while I was doing it.”

The admission hangs in the air between the wet, punishing sounds of your cock still driving into her. You keep the same relentless pace, hand still at her throat, forcing her to feel the full weight of every thrust while the first piece of the truth finally leaves her mouth.