The bedroom was dark and still and I sensed him in the room more so than saw him. I heard sounds of movement but being sleepy and tired I simply sighed and scooted over, freeing space on his side of the bed while still clinging possessively to sleep.
"Seth? What time is it, honey?" I mumbled when he crawled into bed behind me. He said nothing. His arm circled my waist and he pulled my hips into his groin, his face next to mine, his breath warm and moist against my cheek.
Not surprisingly, I could feel his erection pressing against the small of my back. He had been out with his buddies attending the bachelor party for his best friend, Mark. God knows what all went on, but at least he was safely home and in our bed, albeit horny, eager to fuck and go to sleep.
Seth began thrusting, probing with his cockhead trying to get it between my thighs. He was holding me so tight I knew I would have bruises on both hips the next morning.
"Seth?" I said the sudden annoyance obvious in my voice.
"Seth, what is wrong with you, you don't have to be so rough," I protested as he tore my panties off. Despite his labored breathing, he sighed with pleasure when he found his prize, thrust forward and pushed into me. Finally impaled on his cock, I moaned as my body reluctantly adjusted to his penetration. He was a now familiar lover, and my pussy instinctively began to soften for him as he pushed his long, thick cock further into my tightness.
Seth and I had been living together for almost a year now. I was always a willing, eager lover, but I could feel myself on the brink of tears; he had practically forced himself on me, something he had never done before or needed to do. He was only thinking of himself as he forced my pussy to accommodate his swelling size and for a brief moment, I thought, "Who is this? It must be the alcohol, Seth doesn't act like this."
*****
He had me on my stomach, my face turned and pressed into the bed as he with increasing force thrust into me.
He adjusted himself and started slowly moving in and out growing more and more aroused as I moaned and whimpered.
"Stop Seth, get off me . . . get off me you bastard. What's wrong with you," I half whined, my protests muffled by the rumbled bedclothes.
He ignored me.
Stretched out on top of me, I could feel him growing harder; going deeper inside me each time he pushed forward. As he stroked in to me from behind, with his right hand he reached down and began rubbing my clit. I was angry that he would use me this way, but despite the anger, I felt the heat building between my legs and hated myself when my body began to buck and squirm under him. I don't think I had ever orgasmed like that before. Despite the humiliation of how I had been taken, I remember the sensation of his cock filling me, possessing me and consciously thinking that I didn't want it to end. At the peak of my orgasm, Seth arched his back, stiffened and with one last hard deep thrust exploded, spewing his hot cum inside me until he had emptied himself.
He slowly, heavily rolled off me.
*****
I lay there, sort of in shock I think. Seth had never taken me like that before; it had been a selfish, intense, almost violent fuck. Tonight he had fucked me so hard that I was actually sore. You know, that pleasure, pain kind of soreness that only a man can inflict on a woman. My pussy was pink and swollen, my clit still wet and engorged, when I realized I wanted him inside me again.
"Seth, oh my god Seth, that was wonderful," I said placing my hand on his bare thigh, letting my fingers slip downward and caress his still leaking, semi-hard dick. As I started to turn and face him, Seth abruptly got out of bed and left the room stopping only to pick up his clothes which lay in a heap on the floor.
