kidnap me

i’m sorry but i need to have sex. i need to feel a cock throbbing deep inside me while i ride it desperately or get pounded as hard as possible. i need to clench helplessly around something pulsing inside me and feel it rub against my walls with every thrust until i’m shaking.

Apologetic rapist who says he can’t stop when you beg him to. Apologetic rapist who tells you he couldn’t help himself, that you’re simply too beautiful for him to resist, that the way you were acting around him tonight sent him over the edge. Apologetic rapist who admits he’s been dreaming of this very moment, ever since he first set his sights on you. Apologetic rapist who keeps complimenting you in ways that make you sick to your stomach; how that dress looks so much better tattered and torn, how your eyes look so much prettier with tears in them, how cute you look with your makeup smeared across your face, how your tight little cunt wrapped around his cock feels better than he could’ve ever imagined. Apologetic rapist who says he’s sorry over and over again before emptying himself inside of you, holding you close and kissing you all over as he fills you up, telling you it’s okay as you cry in his arms.