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You’re laying in bed, face down with your head propped up on your elbows, reading a paperback. Your bare feet teeter lazily in the air, like butterflies keeping you business while you get lost in a romance novel. The white noise of the fan covers his tracks, so you don’t notice him enter the room. You’re startled when he touches the inside of your foot, pushing it hastily to the side to make room. Before you even bother to look back he slips his hands under your sun dress and finds your thin silk panties, ripping them roughly off of your ass. Your skin is pinched in the process and it hurts. He has your attention now. You toss the book to the side and try to look back but he grabs a fist full of your pony tail and shoves your head down into the covers. Your knees are forced aside. You try to get up by pressing back against him, lifting your ass into the air, but he’s come prepared, and his pre-lubricated cock slips into you with ease. In one motion he forcefully buries it all the way to the balls. This is the second time he’s hurt you now, but your yelp is lost in the sheets covering your face. You cannot breathe, as much from the shock of what is happening as from the hand on the back of your head. As he pulls back you try to get up again, pushing your ass back into the air, but he takes benefit of the angle and once more buries himself into you. The slap of his skin against yours is loud, yet somehow you hope no one will hear. You press back again, shoving him into your cervix, another lovely pain. He slowly draws out once more, but this time you hold still, waiting, longing for him to thrust into you again. You are out of breath and start to quiver in panic. He releases his grip on your ponytail and you twist your head to the side, drawing in breath just as he slams himself into you again. He’s quickening now, one hand on the side of your head and the other tightly gripping your hip. You know that you should want this to end. You have not consented. You are being violated, assaulted, but you want more. You hope that this animal will stay there, forcing himself into you, using you for his own pleasure, disregarding you entirely. His grunts spark the instinct in you, longing to be bred, desperately yearning for his seed. You press into him, feeling his sweat drip down onto your back. His rhythm slows and you match it, knowing it’s about to end. He stops, his full length inside of you, and you can feel the pounding of his heart through it. He grunts deeply, sounding like a dog, relishing in the release as he shoots himself into you. You hold still, pressing as hard as you can back against him, yielding to his power. The smell of his seed is strong in the air, hot and thick as it runs down the inside of your leg. At last he pulls away, releasing your head and pushing your ass roughly, dismissively back down onto the bed. You don’t even look back. You think it was your husband, but he would never do this to you. Who it was is irrelevant. He is gone.

NSFW: yes

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