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She woke, drowsy, not quite knowing what was going on. But somebody was touching her. There was a hand under her shirt, playing with her breasts.
Gently almost, flicking back and forth across her nipples. Rubbing them till she could feel them harden. Slow, hazy pleasure was trickling through her body, and still confused, she realized that her pussy was getting wet.
They pinched a nipple then, tugging and she moaned weakly.
A distinctly male groan reverberated in her ear, cutting through the haze of sleep.
Fear zapped through her. Somebody was in her room. A stranger, who’d let himself in and was now touching her body.
She could feel his hot breath on her neck. A pressure on her thigh, as he ground his erection against her. Lazy rolls of his hips.
She forced herself not to move, not daring to let the intruder in on the fact that she was now aware, out of fear of what he’d do if he knew.
Slowly, her sleep shirt was being pushed up to her armpits, exposing her breasts. The chilly air caused her nipples to tighten even further, but the grunt out of his mouth had her stilling like a rabbit in front of a fox. She slowed her breath deliberately, pretending to be lost in the throes of sleep. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she felt her anxiety peak.
Meanwhile, he put his hands on her breasts again, fondling them, squeezing. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, enjoying the way they pebbled as he played with them.
A wet, warm tongue lapped over her left breast, cupped and propped up by a grip that was close to painful.
He licked and sucked at her sensitive skin without regard, stubble dragging over her breast.
Every time he let up, his breath felt like a cold breeze against her spit-damp areolas and wet nipples.
Somehow, her pussy had begun to grow even wetter, slicking her folds and abruptly alerting her to the fact that she was missing her panties. A lazy throb of arousal curled in her gut.
She gasped quietly at the sensation of a hot mouth descending on her slack one.
It took everything to not react to the tongue slipping past her lips, invading her mouth.
To her eternal gratitude, he abandoned his task soon in favor of sucking at her tit, and she expelled a shuddering breath.
Meanwhile, he tongued at her nipple, teasing it with slow licks.
At the same time, he guided his hand down, petting the soft skin of her naked thigh. Gently he pushed it to the side, to expose her more, all the while stroking the vulnerable skin, wandering higher, and higher, till-
His fingers brushed up against her vulva, over her clit only to dip into the slit as his final goal. “Fuuck,” he groaned under his breath. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
His thumb found her clit while he fingered her opening, rubbing back and forth in slow circles.
She bit her tongue to prevent the shocked gasp threatening to escape her. Still, the relentless stimulation of her clit had arousal pooling low in her belly.
And when his thumb brushed beneath the hood of her clit, across the painfully sensitive area, she couldn’t help but moan.
"That's it," she could hear him breathe. The mattress dipped a little with his shifting weight.
She couldn't help but feel terribly exposed, with her shirt still ridden up, leaving her breasts out in the open, not to speak of her forcibly spread legs she didn't dare to move out of fear for what would happen if she let him know she was awake.
Still, her clit pulsed against the pad of his thumb.
And as it went on, it reached the point where her hips started moving to meet his touch almost unwittingly.
Even then, she was vividly aware of how he’d begun to grind his clothed erection against her thigh. There was shuffling and the rustling of fabric as he freed it from its confines. His cock sprung free, slapping against the inside of her leg. Hot and silky. Wet at the tip.
He was already leaking precum.
Fingers slid further into her pussy. He groaned. “Fuuck, baby…”
It was obscene. The violation, the disregard. She was glad that she didn’t have to see. But without visual stimuli, she had nothing to distract herself from the sensation of him drawing his fingers out of her, a motion accompanied by a mortifiyingly slick sound before he wiped her own wetness on the inside of her thigh. Like an afterthought.
Still, perhaps more horrifying was that momentarily, he was pushing her legs farther apart, shifting to situate himself between them.
A warm palm hooked itself under her knee, bending it up and to the side till she felt the stretch.
The mattress dipped under his weight as he shifted and then she felt the blunt pressure of his penis as he notched himself against her hole.
His breathing sounded ragged when he slowly pushed his cockhead into the entrance, parting her labia.
She bit back a sob, using all of her self-control to keep quiet when she felt his penis throbbing, wet and ready against her body.
He licked her nipple again, teeth clamping around it. Then he sucked. Harshly. She moaned and he pressed inside. The sound cut off, turning into a gasp as her walls parted around the intrusion. Hot and unrelenting as he sheathed himself. She felt it in her lungs as he speared deep.
He grunted as he bottomed out, impossibly large, cockhead nudging her cervix, the spongy tip fitting itself against the tight muscle as his balls pressed against her cunt.
Her inner walls clenched around the intrusion, slick not quite enough to abate the burn of it.
She wanted a moment, needed one to come to terms with the feeling but he started rocking almost immediately. Slowly at first, as if he was teasing himself, relishing the drag of his cock as her pussy clung tightly to his shaft every time he pulled out. He moaned gutturaly as he started to fuck his penis in and out and in and out.
Every drag stimulated her and she felt her body slick up more in a purely physical reaction to being fucked.
A deep thrust, harsher than the ones before punched a gasp out of her lungs and her spine arched.
He swore, stilling. His breaths sounded loud in the quiet of the room as he seemed to gauge her state of awareness. A part of him, it seemed, was trying to be subtle, trying to keep her asleep - the only thing he cared about regarding her own state.
When she didn’t move, he began to roll his hips again. “God, what a slut,” he whispered. “So fucking wet. I’ll breed you up before you know it- fuuck.”
He buried his face in the crook under her jaw while he continued to thrust his hips, covering her torso as he caged her in further.
All the while, quiet unwitting moans were drawn out of her.
“Fuck, you like that bitch, don’t you?” he asked as if she were replying in any way.
Her breath hitched as he started to pick up his pace, seemingly not able to help himself. The slap of flesh against flesh started to sound through the room. He grunted against her neck as he drove his cock into her hole. It carved a way, forcing her walls to stretch around his girth again and again, and when he manhandled her leg for better access, every thrust jabbed the tip of his cock right against the entrance to her womb.
He fucked her raw, with only his own pleasure in mind, leaking precum like a faucet. “Yeah, that’s it, baby, fuck. Take it. Take my cock. God, you’re driving me crazy.”
His hand found her tits again, groping and grabbing without regard as he kneaded her breast. His thumb drove over her hard nipple at an off-rhythm to his thrusts.
He didn’t check whether she was still sleeping, despite the gasps and breaths spilling over her lips, too caught up in slamming his hip against her pelvis as he started to fuck her hard, driving his cock into her channel with unrelenting zeal.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. You’ll make me cum baby,” he voiced breathily between moans. “Oh my fucking god. You’re so good for me.”
She gasped, quietly and high as he slammed her cervix hard, driving his cock into her with force. The slaps grew louder, her pussy leaking slick.
He grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh, to keep her from jostling, grunting with every thrust. “Fuck baby, here it comes. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He rutted into her like an animal, his balls slapping against her cunt as he picked up speed. “Take it, take it, take it-”
He pressed in deep, grinding his hips against her as he pulled her close, pushing his cock in as far as he could. The mushroom tip of his penis was sealed tightly against the entrance to her womb as she felt him throb inside of her, cumming. His cock jerked, a hoarse groan climbing up his throat. Warm wetness spilled into her unprotected womb as he began to ejaculate.
Vaguely, she felt his thighs tremble as his balls jumped, slick with sweat and other fluids, rubbing against her pussy.
Her clit received only pressure, but the constant stimulation had pulled her orgasm within reach. A low simmering thing coiling below her navel. Pleasure crept up her thighs, pooling in her belly and peaking between her legs. And now, paired with the thought of being fucked like this, violated, raw and impregnated pushed her over the edge with sudden unwitting force.
She came with a hitching moan, her clit twitching against his cock, pulsating in time with her heartbeat, as her back arched and her thighs shook.
Instinctively, her pussy contracted around the throbbing shaft, slick squelching as she took him deep and he groaned loudly.
“Fuck, baby!” he hissed out, almost surprised, his pelvis jerking instinctively. His cock ground into her pussy, against her womb, as another spurt of cum drenched her insides, seeping deeply into her cunt.
Yet even within the haze of pleasure, a frightened thought flashed through the back of her mind, reminding her that she was at the point in her cycle, where she was likely ovulating.
There was no chance that it wouldn’t take root.
She shuddered, and he moaned –likely blaming it on the way he forced her back to arch as he pulled her hips tightly against him.
“Ahh, fuck,” he bit out as his twitching cock released his last spurts of cum. He rode out his orgasm, grinding against her, once twice before finally stilling, his heavy weight collapsing on top of her. “Fuck.” He panted harshly, his hot open mouth against her neck. He licked it, almost absently, giving her nipple another flick, his cock still inside of her.
He remained on top of her for a long moment, seemingly catching his breath, his penis slowly softening, until he eventually pushed himself up.
He pressed a kiss against her lips, an innocent peck, almost affectionate and somehow it felt more vulgar than anything else he’d done.
She had to stifle a sob in the back of her throat when he pulled out. A slick sound accompanied the motion and she felt her pussy clamping around nothing but air, suddenly empty.
He rolled over, the bed dipping as he flopped down next to her, slinging an arm around her waist.
“Give me a few minutes love,” he voiced, sounding wrecked, his breath tickling her ear, “and I am ready to go again.”
She turned her head away, as if in sleep. And for the first time, without the looming threat of being seen, she squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lips as she held back tears. Fear and shame sat deep in her breast, as she felt a dollop of seed drooling out of her cunt and onto the sheets.