Submit (reluctantly)

I glared daggers at him as I weighed up what to do. If I refused, that video could be all over the Internet within minutes, but if I obeyed ... I'd be fucking my best friend's boyfriend in her own house. The smug expression on Nick's face made me want to hurl.

"Well?" he asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

"If I fuck you, you delete the video," I said.

"Obviously."

"'Cause if you don't, I'm going to the police. Got it?"

Nick smirked. "I'll let you delete it yourself."

Slowly, I nodded. "Ok." Somehow, his shit-eating grin got even wider, and he stepped closer, gripped the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head before throwing it onto the floor. Then, reaching behind my back, he unclipped my bra and brushed it off my shoulders, and leaned down to lick my nipple.

Shoving him away, I glared angrily at him.

"Hey!" he said, grabbing my wrists. "Do you want to be a pornstar?"

"You want to fuck me? Go ahead, but don't try and make me enjoy it," I spat, struggling in his grasp.

Nick's eyes narrowed. "Fine," he whispered angrily, forcing me around and bending me over against Chrissie's dresser. "Bitch," he muttered as he yanked down my jeans and panties to around my ankles; I let out a slight gasp at the cool breeze that suddenly swirled around my pussy. I heard a zipper and the rustle of fabric from behind me, and his head poked into me.

Holding me down by my neck, Nick bent over and whispered in my ear, "If you didn't want this, why are you so wet?"

Because a part of me that I'm really starting to hate wants to get fucked like an animal, I thought angrily to myself. "Get the fuck on with it," I hissed.

He laughed maliciously and, with one hand on my neck and the other on my ass, he started to pound me roughly against the dresser. I tried to pry his hand away from my throat, but his grip was like iron, and after a moment I gave up, allowing my body to rock along with his as I held the dresser for support.

As much as I hated the fucker, his giant cock felt amazing in my pussy, and I had to stifle my moans by biting my hand as it pistoned in and out of me. Meanwhile, he let out a series of rhythmic grunts and began squeezing my ass roughly.

"Yeah, bitch, you enjoying yourself?" Nick moaned softly.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to **** my anger down; despite myself, I could feel an orgasm building from the rough fucking I was getting, and my stifled moans became more and more high-pitched. With every thrust he went balls-deep inside me, and his entire length filled my pussy. As I bit down harder on my hand to keep myself quiet, pain flared in my brain and I tasted the sharp, coppery tang of blood. Holy fuck, that's not good.

Seeming not to notice, Nick continued jack-hammering into me, and as his thrusts became more wild and out of control I started to hear a rattle from beside my head. I **** my eyes open just in time to see, almost in slow motion, Chrissie's snowglobe wobbling towards the edge of the dresser as it shook in time to the pounding my pussy was taking.

Weakly, I reached my other hand out to try and catch it, and ...