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I’ve been there for you. Been someone you can confide in. I’ve held you when you’ve cried and laughed at your jokes. I’ve never made a creepy joke or shown a hint of the awful things I want to do to you.

I’ve put in the time and done the work, all of it building to this moment.

Alone. Finally.

You say something - I don’t know what. I can’t focus on your words. I’ve dreamt of this for so long. Imagined what your body would feel like beneath me.

I step in close, so close our bodies almost touch, and look down at you. You must not like the look on my face. You try to step back, create some space between us, but you bump into the wall.

I grab your face, hold you by your jaw and push your head back against the wall. Finally I have my hands on you. I grab your breasts through your shirt, squeezing and groping the curves I’ve snuck so many glances of.

You try to push me away but you’re weak and I’m not going anywhere. You get frantic and start swinging wildly. You try to hit me but you don’t know how to throw a punch. You claw at me, try to rake me with your nails.

You catch me - two burning red lines on my face. Rage explodes inside me, anger matched only by my desire to take you. I pull you toward me and slam you back into the wall. I grab the collar of your shirt and jerk. One. Two. Three violent jerks and you’re finally exposed to me. One more tug and your bra snaps off too.

I grab your breast - hard. If it was a ballon it would pop. I lean down into you and clamp my teeth onto you, onto the crevice where neck becomes shoulder.

You twist and push, slapping, flailing, fighting for all your worth. Your knee comes up and catches me in the thigh - it’s not where you were aiming, but I’m not dumb enough to leave myself vulnerable. You make solid contact and jerk back in reflex. I stumble and you seize your opportunity.

You run. Not to the door, your panicked mind can’t think that clearly. You’re moving toward the interior of the house, maybe your bedroom or bathroom - a door that has a lock.

I fling out a hand to grab you and barely catch the trailing remains of your shirt. You try to spin out of it, try to leave the shirt in my hands, but one arm gets stuck and you spin, trip, fall to the floor on your ass.

I pounce.

My body pinning yours to the floor. My hands are all over you. You’re pushing and fighting. I’m grabbing and exploring.

There’s a mad scramble while I try to hold you down and pull down my pants at the same time. I want to be inside of you. I need to cum.

Somehow you get loose. You slide back on your ass, your arms and legs thrashing wildly to get out from beneath me. I don’t try to grab you. Instead I grab your pants. I want them off and I’ll let you do the work.

You twist and kick and drag yourself across the floor, trying to get away from me. The most you accomplish is pulling yourself out of your pants. You flip yourself on your stomach and frantically try to crawl away.

I grab your ankles and drag you back to me. I throw myself on top of you, my weight holding you down, my dick pressing against your ass. I press my shoulder into your back( holding you in place. I force a hand between us, not bothering to tear off your underwear, instead just ripping them to the side.

You’ve still got some fight in you and it’s a struggle to get the right angle. I use my hand to guide my dick to your pussy.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I’m inside you.

Finally.

I wrap and arm around your throat. I grab your hip with one hand to keep you in place.

I thrust with my whole body, sliding against you as I force myself inside you. Each time I slam into you your body slides across the floor a couple of inches.

Only a couple of minutes and every ounce of fight has left your body. You don’t even scream anymore. You lay there and weep while I fuck you - your cries no louder than the sound of our flesh slapping together.

I push myself up, my hands on your shoulders, keeping you in place. I like this position better. I can get a better rhythm, fucking your hard and deep the way I’ve always wanted.

When I cum, I cum hard. I shove myself deep inside you and fill your body with my cum. IN that moment I want to fill you, impregnate you. I want to give you a life long reminder of our night together.

I collapse on top of you. I’m spent and winded. I lay there for several long moments, catching my breath, enjoying the last few moments of being inside you.

I push myself onto my feet and pull up my pants as you curl yourself into a ball. I take one last look at you before I leave, haven gotten everything I want from you.