doll.” I kiss the small of her back and gently press my dick against her tight rosebud. I give her a moment before really pushing into her. She knows what to say if she doesn’t want this. Her eyes spring open, and her hands grip the sheets as she realizes what’s about to happen. Her entire body tenses. I pet her lower back. “Relax, doll. Push back and relax.” She nervously bites her bottom lip and watches with a mix of apprehension and desire flashing in her eyes. More than anything though, excitement is written on her face.
She’s so tight. I push the head of my dick a little deeper and try to sink in, but she’s so fucking tight. I know I must be the only one to have taken her like this. Pride makes my chest swell, thinking I’ll be her first. I’m going to take her just like this. “Your husband never fucked you like this, did he?” I don’t need her to answer, but I still want to hear it. I want to hear I’m her first.
Her back arches and twists, and her body pulls away from me.
I hadn’t even gotten the head in, but maybe I was rushing it. I pull her hips back, and she resists me slightly. “You’re giving me this ass, doll.” I pull her hips to mine and watch as she buries her face in the covers. It doesn’t seem right. Something’s off. I don’t like it. Fuck it; I’ll have to wait for her ass. That’s fine. I got in a finger today, and I know she loved that shit. She just needs to work up to it. My fingers run along her pussy lips before dipping in. “Your greedy cunt wants more, doll?” I fuck my fingers in and out of her swollen, sore pussy, making sure to hit that front wall and stroke her G-spot.
I don’t get the reaction I expect. There’s no moan, her eyes aren’t on the mirror and she pulls away from me. I still, and my chest tightens. Fuck, she’s hurt. What the fuck happened?
I gently place my hands on her hips and try to pull her toward me lightly, but she doesn’t budge. My heart clenches, and adrenaline pumps through my veins. Anxiety floods my system. She didn’t safe word. I know she didn’t. I would’ve heard her. “What’s wrong, doll?” I keep my voice calm and even, but inside I’m freaking the fuck out. I don’t like to see women cry. And sure as fuck not because of me.
“I hate you.” Her breathy words barely register as she lifts her head from the sheets. Her eyes are red-rimmed and glassy from tears. Her chest spasms as she takes in a shuddering breath. She may as well have punched me in the gut. What the fuck happened?
“I hurt you?” I just don’t see how. I don’t know what I did. “I didn’t mean to hurt-”
“Get out!” she screams with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, and then covers her mouth with her hand. She winces as her son lets out a wail from down the hall.
I don’t know what the fuck happened. I open my mouth to protest, but she moves past me to get off the bed and immediately puts on her robe. She leaves the room without taking a look back.
She hates me? Did it really hurt that bad? It couldn’t have. I didn’t even get the head of my dick in. I slowly climb off the bed as I walk myself through everything that happened. She was loving it.
Your husband never fucked you like this, did he? I close my eyes and let my head fall back. Fuck! I groan out loud and grab my shirt off the floor. Fuck! How could I be so fucking stupid? I lean my forehead against the wall and close my eyes. I’m such a fucking asshole. She’s not some bitch, looking for a night of fun and running around on her husband. She’s a widow, for fuck's sake.
I bend down to put my underwear on, trying to think of a way out of this shit. I need to backpedal fast. As I reach for my pants, I catch a glimpse of something under the bed. I sink to the floor and cover my face with my hands. There are boxes under the bed with his name on them. I look on the dresser and see pictures of them. A cute fucking