Next morning

My head was killing me. Where the hell was I? This wasn't my bed. I turned around. What? Charlie? Was I in Charlie's bed? I lifted the sheets. I was naked, and so was he. I tried sitting up. The whole world was spinning. I laid back down. If I got up now I might throw up. What the fuck happened last night? Charlie moved beside me.

"Hey there," he said. "Fancy another round?" He pushed himself up against my back and felt his cock press against me. "No thanks, I said" trying to move out of the bed.

"Wrong answer," he said. I struggled to try to get out of bed, but he was much too strong. I was never strong, to begin with, and my female hung-over body was even weaker.

He pushed me down on my stomach on the bed. "No stop it, Charlie," I said. He didn't listen. He moved on top of me and pushed my legs apart. "NO" I was starting to cry now.

With no effort at all, he pushed inside of me. I was soaking wet regardless of what my mind was saying. He grabbed my arms and locked them together on my back. Just his weight alone was enough to keep me pinned to the bed. He grunted as he kept pistoning inside of me. the occasional "No" and "Stop" from my lips as tears rolled from my eyes.

Suddenly he tensed up, and I could feel his cock pulsating. Jets of warmth shoot deep inside of me. Once he was finished he let go of me and rolled back over on the bed.

"Ahh, I always enjoy a good fuck in the morning," he said. I just lay there, bundled up in a fetal position. He smacked my ass hard as he got up. "You just lay there and look, pretty baby, I'm gonna hit the shower."