I don't quite remember what got him so angry. Probably me mouthing off about something stupid because I was bored.
Guess I took it too far though because what I do remember is the feel of him smacking me across the face which sent me to my knees followed by a stiff kick which I think broke at least one rib.
Then he's yanking my jeans down around my ankles and forcing his cock into my pussy. For a while it's just short angry thrusts and the sound of me sobbing and gasping for each painful breath. Then eventually he starts to slow down. His thrusts become longer and gentler and he starts to whisper sweetly to me.
"You have such beautiful eyes."
"I'll love you forever and ever."
"I can't wait to marry you."
And all I can do is lie there in a puddle of tears, struggling to breathe while he makes love to me and whispers the most romantic things.
When he's finished he cleans me up, carries me to our bed and lays me down wishing me sweet dreams.