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slipped into my room, closing the door silently behind him. I opened my mouth to scream at him, to tell him to get out, to go away and leave me alone, but the words seized up in my throat. I knew that I must remain silent, but my eyes pleaded for a reprieve from these nightly visits. I wanted him gone. I would have ordered him from my sight, or willed him away had I the power, but I had no control over him.

I lay naked and shivering as he crossed the room to my bed. I swallowed a painful lump in my throat as I reluctantly raised my eyes to gaze upon him, mentally renouncing the awe I held for his male beauty. He was fully aroused and excited; his well defined chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation of what would come. His huge, distended cock—so deliciously thick and long—had risen above his boxers in unmistakable enthusiasm for its nocturnal delights. I squeezed my eyes tightly in despair, hoping he'd be gone when I opened them yet knowing he'd still be there. I want him to disappear. Why won't he disappear? Why can't he leave me alone? Why does he continue to do this to me? Why me?

"Lily..." his deep, husky voice held a command, the command—the one I know I cannot ignore, though I continue to try.

I opened my eyes, beseeching him to end this, to leave my room like he'd never been, but his intensely hungry gaze burning a trail down my trembling body held no mercy, as I knew they wouldn't. I moved restlessly under his inspection, unwillingly aroused by the force of gaze.

I was a petite woman, everything about me was small. My breasts were about the size of an orange, I had a tiny waist and slim hips. There was not much to me at all—yet here he was, again, looking at me like I was the most desirable woman he's ever seen.

I stiffened as he sat down beside me; his lustful eyes were glued to my breasts. I knew it was coming before he touched me, yet I gasped when his big hands covered me, kneading my small globes roughly, pinching and rolling my nipples to aching peaks. His breathing became faster as my nipples poked into the palms of his hands.

I forced myself—a herculean effort on my part—to lie still while he thoroughly explored my body. His rough hands slid over my quivering stomach, up and down my trembling thighs then back up to my heaving chest. The leisurely exploration of my body signaled his intent to go slowly tonight. Although he did not utter a word, his harsh and rapid breathing spoke volumes... He would take no pity on me this night; he will have all of me. I wasn't sure I could bear it. I turned my head into my pillow, wishing my bitter thoughts of hate were really true.

He stood up and quickly removed his boxers. The moonlight was strong in my room tonight. I could see his nakedness very clearly as he stood proudly before me, his engorged cock throbbed against his stomach; precum soaked his large knob. I bit my lip on a soft moan and quickly looked away. I am constantly plagued by the wicked temptation to taste, to lick and suck his juicy knob dry.

I am mystified as to why he was here and why he returned again and again. What am I compared to him? I am nothing. He is magnificent and so totally beyond me. He has kept himself in excellent shape. He's tall, superbly muscled, and unbelievably handsome. He could have any woman he wanted, I should not be one of them. I don't want to be one of them. I didn't ask him here. I've never asked him here. And I don't want him here... I don't!

He got to his knees beside my bed and waited... I whimpered softly—though not with anticipation but with a disquieting surety of my capitulation. My ears rang as I slowly positioned myself horizontally across the bed. I know what he expects of me, but I rebelled against him and I clamped my knees tightly together. His eyes commanded me to do his will. I turned away from his imposing gaze, choosing not to obey him. I can't... he would see how wet my pussy had become.

He made an impatient sound, put his hands on my knees and forced my thighs wide open, exposing my hunger and my shame. He drew in a hissing gasp, breathing harshly as he gaped at my glistening pussy. I stuffed a fist in my mouth to keep from crying out when he slid a thick finger into my sodden curls, circling around my slick folds then sliding it in. Quiet moans escaped me as he repeatedly dipped in and out of my hole, building up my need for more. He withdrew a cum laden finger and stuck it in his mouth, growling hungrily while he sucked it all off. I watched him helplessly aroused, and was mortified by the avalanche of juices gushing from my pussy by his sensuous act. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and immediately buried his face into my pussy. He inhaled deeply, breathing me in while he kissed and licked my drenched mound.

"Don't—" I protested, weakly. I wanted to shout at him, to tell him to stop, to not do this to me again, but there was no stopping him—there never is. He will have his way with me, as always.

His hot mouth covered my pussy, sliding and curling his tongue around my clit, sucking pussy juice from my plump lips. I tried desperately not to move, not to give in to the mounting hunger. I didn't want him to believe I needed him to do this for me, but my hips moved against my will, I crushed my pussy into his face, begging him to take more.

Pleased by my natural response, he gripped my ass firmly and greedily feasted on my pussy. His bold, ravenous mouth achieved its objective. I blew apart, my hands stifling my screams as my pussy clasped at his tongue. He grunted, approvingly, drinking down the fountain of juice I released, deeply shoveling his tongue inside to scoop it out. I was still on fire, coming once more under his practiced tongue.

Once he'd had his fill, he got onto the bed, lifted me up in his arms and latched onto my aching nubs. He licked and sucked my nipples, nipping and biting, and squeezing my breasts in his big hands. I could not prevent my body's reaction to this new assault. His soft laughter was triumphant as another orgasm ripped through me. Unmindful and uncaring at that point, I clung to him, my body quaking in his tight embrace.

He kissed my lips oh so gently, and then laid me down on the bed. I knew what would come next and I dreaded—yet wanted this most of all. He placed my legs across his thighs, then pressed his dripping bulb at my moist center—I despised the moan that slipped past my lips, but I could not keep silent. I derived great pleasure from the sleek, hard form pressed up against the apex of my need. He teased me with it, pushing his mushroom in and out of my drenched opening, repeatedly. The urge to grab his dick, and shove it all the way in was crushing. His blazing green eyes gazed into mine, willing me to maintain contact, and I did. I was positive he read wild need in mine, but I couldn't look away.

Pleased with the honesty of my gaze, he grasped my hips and plunged into my aching pussy. He rammed into me violently giving no quarter for the delicacy of my frame. I arched high off the bed in reckless abandon, mutely imploring him to take me—take me and never stop. His grip was painful, his fingers dug into my pliant flesh while he sank into me again and again. I relished the pain as well as the staggering pleasure of his enormous dick touching my cervix. His greedy, animalistic growls mirrored my hunger, pushing me over the edge. I bucked uncontrollably under him as my pussy spasmodically clamped down on his cock. He tensed and shuddered violently, muffling his cries into my pillow while he injected warm semen into my womb.

The pleasure had been incredible, but oh so wrong... so very, very wrong. Mortified that I had enjoyed him so intensely, I silently wept in despair while he held me against his shuddering body—wondering, always wondering, why he does this to me? I remained unmoving in his arms, waiting for him to gain control, hoping he'd had enough and would now leave me. But he didn't, and he won't. As I said in the beginning, he would show no mercy tonight.

He slid his dick from my gushing pussy, and then covered me with his hard, sweaty body. He looked into my eyes, and then he kissed me, passionately, demandingly, dominating my senses with the masterful strokes of his tongue, the gratifying touch of his hands, and the unyielding firmness of his cock.

When he finally tore his lips from mine, he'd awakened a new hunger within me. I turned away from him, embarrassed to feel such things for him. But he was delighted, I felt it in the smile he planted against my hot, damp cheek; my face burned hotter at this. I knew he had claimed victory, and why not when I prove he has again and again.

He kissed my ear, whispering softly, "I won't ever stop, Lily. Never think that I will." He reached down between us and covered my mound possessively. "Your pussy belongs to me... you belong to me." He said in a fervent tone. My pussy clenched hungrily, as if to prove that this was so. But I shook my head in denial.It's not true! It's not! I won't allow it be true. I protested mutely.

His eyes narrowed, and he snarled angrily, capturing my jaw in his hand. Even in the limited light of the moon, I could see steely determination in his beautiful gaze.

"You're mine," he hissed vehemently, daring me to reject his claim, "and I will never allow you leave me. Never!" He took my lips cruelly, and to emphasize his steely resolve he plunged his pulsating cock into my pussy again, demonstrating his power over me, easily. I cursed myself for instantly responding to him, for wanting him inside me. He thrusts were calculatingly deep and powerful, and, god help me, I needed it that way, I wanted it that way. He gazed into my tormented eyes, his burned with promise. "Someday, my love, you will have my children." He vowed thickly.

I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. "No-no, I-I won't."

"Yes, you will..." he told me fiercely.

Tears rolled down my flushed face and I closed my eyes to shut out his beloved face. I wondered how he could say these things to me—to me of all people. How could he possibly mean it? He couldn't... not really. But my heart knew he did. His words are never empty. He would see me swell with his child. If I were to look deep inside myself—into a place I dared not look—I know I would hear the joyful cries of my soul anticipating the birth of our child.

But it's not right! There has to be a way to get away from him. I have to leave him before he fulfils his goals.

Unperturbed by my silence, he licked my tears tenderly, holding me snugly against him as he continued to thrust into me. And, I, being the pitiful wretch that I am, could not prevent myself from rising to meet him, over and over again. He is an expert cocksman, and he uses his entire arsenal against an indefensible foe. I have come to seriously hunger after the indescribable pleasure he gives me—even as I despised it. But...does hatred feel like your very life would end if you did not have him inside you? I wondered as we climaxed—his twitching cock, my pulsating pussy... our juices becoming one. Does hate feel like this?

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