Thoughts of the argument we had had moments before this flashed through my mind. I knew he was angry, what I didn't know was why he was taking it out on me this way.
"Hold my balls in your hand," he continued to instruct me. I knew he loved when I played with them softly so I gently lifted them up in my palm and continued doing my best to satisfy him.
With a push I felt the tip of my nose hit his flat stomach and I gagged slightly from his enormous length. I wanted to shake my head violently and have him release me, but gradually I regained my composure and continued; on my knees, mouth wide, obediently letting him fuck me this way. He moved in and out of my mouth harder and faster, deeper in my throat than I thought was possible. My eyes began to water and I closed them, concentrating hard not to gag again. Only a few moments passed before he commanded me again.
"Open your eyes and look up," he told me, "I want to see you swallow my cum."
My eyes widened at his words. Whenever he had ejaculated in the past it had always been on my chest or my stomach. He had never expressed a desire for this but I could tell it was turning him on. He was harder than ever before and I could feel the familiar spasm and tightness that occurred just before he was about to come. I held his balls in my hand, I could feel how heavy they were and knew that in seconds the cum that filled them would be inside of me.
"Get ready," he told me.
He wrapped his fist in my hair, holding my head still as he shot stream after stream of warm cum into my mouth. The sensation was unfamiliar but I did my best to hold everything in. Slowly he pulled out of my mouth. With his hand still in my hair he tilted my head back, forcing me to swallow the mix of semen and saliva pooled in my mouth.
He released my hair and I thought that maybe this was all over. Nervously I realized that it wasn't. He pulled me off the floor in one fast motion, turning me around and pressing me up against the wall, holding me there with the weight of his strong body.
"You're mouth was nice," he whispered against my ear, "but I'm not finished with you yet."
He pulled my hips away from the wall and spread my legs wide enough to expose my soft pussy to the hardness of his stiff cock. Still coated with my saliva he slid more or less easily into me and began thrusting hard, giving me no time to adjust to the position or the forceful entry of his rigid length. He quickened his pace, harder and faster, slamming into me with no reserve or remorse. I bit my lip trying not to cry out at the discomfort and slight pain. He slapped my bare ass hard and I couldn't help myself, I let out a cry with each forceful thrust. Clenching his cock tight with my pussy I tried to stop him from penetrating me so deeply. It was as if my cries and resistance only spurred him on because he began to thrust harder. I heard him grunt with satisfaction. I scrunched my face in pain, why was he enjoying hurting me so much?
"Take it all. Every inch," he barked at me.