Warning: Consensual non-consent.
I was expecting her lips but she turned her head and gave me her cheek instead.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered into her ear.
No response.
I pulled back to look into her eyes. She was looking down at the floor. I lifted her chin up towards me and tried to kiss her again, but again she gave me the cheek.
“Tell me what’s wrong. You’ve got me all excited,” I said as I moved her hand over my crotch so she could feel the proof.
She mumbled something.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I said I’m not that kind of girl.”
I leaned towards her, invading her space, and she took a step backwards away from me. I took another step forward, she took another step backwards. I kept closing the distance between us. Advancing. Step for step. Until, oopsie daisy, no more steps: The back of her knees knocked up against the armrest of the couch. Any further and she’d lose her balance, tumble backwards over it and fall onto the seat cushions.
“What do you mean?” I said in a gentle voice, grabbing her hand and smothering it against the bulge in my pants. She yanked her hand away from me. I grabbed her neck. Not hard. I held her face still and kissed her lips.
“No,” she said, our lips still touching. She tried to wiggle away but lost her balance and toppled over the armrest onto the couch.
“Be careful!” I said. “Are you okay?”
I walked around the couch until I was standing right over her, looking down at her face. She sat up to get up but I rested my hand against her chest and pushed her back down.
“You look tired. You should lie down a little.”
“No”
“There’s that word again. No what? What are you talking about? Just relax. Here, I’ll get you comfy.”
I ran my fingers through her hair, down over her breasts, by her stomach, and to the jeans shorts she was wearing. I unbuttoned them and she squeezed her legs together and tilted her body away from me.
“I said I’m not that kind of girl,” she repeated, now in a voice barely audible.
“You’re not making any sense.” I said, fixing her body firmly in place with one arm and tugging her shorts down her legs with my other. “Two seconds and you’ll be a lot more comfortable. Quick quick.” I pulled them off of her and threw them on the floor.
“Isn’t that better?”
She turned her head away from me, now staring at the backrests of the couch.
I caressed her soft thighs, stopping just short of her white panties. There was a little pink bow on it.
She put her hands over her eyes.
“Stop please,” she said.
“You’re so cold, sweetie. I need to warm you up.”
She shook her head, hands still covering her eyes.
I loosened my belt and my jeans slipped down my thighs. Underwear next. Cock out. Hard.
I kicked off my jeans and sat on the couch next to her legs, still rubbing them and caressing them.
“You’re such a pretty girl, you don’t need to be shy.” My hand going up and down her thighs. “So, so pretty.”
I began to play with the elastic band of her panties, running my fingertips underneath.
“You’re feeling so warm now. You see how I take care of you? You see? I’m right, you just need to rest a little.”
A sniffle came from her. She squeezed her forearms over her face, blocking out the world. I could only see the bottom half of her face. Nothing above her nose.
“It’s okay, I’m right here,” I said. “Right here.”
I started sliding her underwear down her thighs but she turned her body away from me towards the backrest of the couch. Now resting on her side, her underwear was pinned to the couch by her hips.
I lifted her legs, “Quick quick, you’ll be so much more comfortable in a second,” and I slipped her panties off.
“That’s better. That’s better. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I placed a hand on her hip and pushed her over so she would rest on her stomach.
I positioned myself over her ass and rubbed it softly and began stroking my cock.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I said nothing and slid my cock down towards her pussy. She kicked her legs up in revolt so I grabbed each one and held them down.
“No no no” she said.
“Shh,” I replied, “Quick quick, it’s okay, it’s okay, you rest.”
I pushed my cock steadily against her pussy, steadily, steadily, pushing against it, until suddenly it took me inside her and she started squealing and whimpering.
“It’s okay, it’s okay” – I pushed the rest of my cock into her firmly – “it’s OKAY IT’S OKAY” I said louder and started fucking her back and forth.
“You’re so warm now. So warm for me. That’s good, that’s good, I don’t want you to be cold.”
Nothing from her but sniffs and whimpers.
“Why won’t you stop, I want you to stop,” she begged.
“Soon, soon,” I said. “You rest, I’m right here, right here,” as I fucked her. I placed my hand on her back and pushed her roughly into the couch below, and leaned over her, resting my body on hers. Strands of her raven hair in my mouth.
I put my lips to her ear, “You lied to me, you said you weren’t this kind of girl, you lied to me, you know that?”
She shook her head and covered her face again with her hands.
“I’m not! STOP!”
“I’m not mad, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you.” I fucked her and groaned into her. “I’m not mad. You’re so good, so good, so pretty and so good.”
She started crying.
“You get your rest, shhh, shhh, I’m right here, right here, you rest. I’ll take care of you and take care of everything. It’s okay, it’s okay.”
I pumped in and out of her as she cried. I groaned louder.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“Stop,” she said. “Stop, stop”
“I’ll stop,” I said. “Soon.”
“Stop, stooop” she begged, as much as you can beg while crying.
“Mmhmm, mhm,” I said, and groaned and fucked her and moaned and groaned and came inside of her, wrapping an arm around her stomach and pulling her up against mine, pushing my gushing cock deep into her and smothering my mouth into the side of her face, my nose tucked between her fingers and her face she was trying so badly to hide from me.
Then, there was silence.
Stillness.
After a minute I squeezed between her and the couch, lying next to her. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and began to cry, and put her head on my chest and hugged me tightly, and she began to bawl. I held her, my precious, precious girl. She cried and cried.
“I love you,” I said. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” kissing her on her head, and rocking her gently back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, to the sounds of the night’s light rain playing a healing song on the treetops outside.
*This post describes consensual roleplaying in a safe manner with multiple checkups throughout.