It was happening again. We were fighting, I don’t even know why, did I do something wrong, did he? All that I knew for sure was that at the moment I hated him, absolutely, everything about him, and the look in his eyes said he hated me as well.
I screamed at him, “You’re a manipulative fucking prick!”
He screamed back, “You’re a two faced lying bitch!”
We were both in an uncontrollable rage now, I spat at him. He wiped it off, and as he did so something changed in his eyes, it scared me. He’d never hit me before, but I thought that he might now. I could see that some line had been crossed, some threshold broken; now he was truly in an uncontrollable rage.
He stepped towards me, I stepped back. My anger forgotten for the moment, replaced by fear, I was sure he was going to hit me now. Even when I’d hit him in the past, he’d never hit me back, he thought it was cute, I couldn’t hurt him, no matter how hard I hit him, and it had always infuriated me.
Maybe I had let my anger push us too far this time. He reached for me; I stepped back again, and felt the wall at my back. I had no where left to move now. His hands closed around my arms, I struggled to shake him off, and got my right arm free.
I pushed him away from me, losing my balance. He reached for me again, and pushed me into the wall, cracking my head with a loud bang. I shrieked in pain, I pushed him again, and he went for me again. I tried to fend him off, but couldn’t, while I was still free I slapped him across the face with all of my strength, his head rocked, but he paid it no attention.
He used his free hand to pull me against his body, holding me in a grip I couldn’t break. My free arm was trapped between us, but I don’t think I would have hit him again, even if I could. There was a huge red hand print on his face, and when he licked his lips I could see blood. I’d hurt him this time, finally.
He picked me up then and carried me down the hallway. I struggled in his arms, but it was futile, he was too strong, holding me too tightly. He took me into the bedroom and threw me on the bed. I landed on my side, with my legs akimbo, and my skirt around my hips.
He closed the door behind him and stood in front of it. He lifted his top off over his head and started undoing his pants. He pushed his pants down, revealing a huge erection. I thought to myself, “What the hell is he turned on about?”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Having sex with you,” he answered.
I snorted. “I can’t stand the sight of you, you fuckwit,” I said. “Why would I want to you to touch me? The thought of fucking you makes me sick.”
He took his underwear off and his cock sprang straight up in the air. He smiled at me. He was enjoying this, he didn’t even seem angry any more. “You’re a fucking deviant,” I said. “Does it turn you on to throw me around?”
“Yes,” he answered, as he stepped towards the bed.
“You sick cunt.” I said, “You got hard when I spat on you, when you I hit you. You like it. You make me sick.”
“Yes, you fucking bitch, you turn me on. All of your fucking moods turn me on. You treat me like shit and I get excited, you hit me and I get excited. Now I’m going to fuck you while you hate me, and that makes me excited too.”
He reached the bed and grabbed my legs. As much as I kicked I couldn’t break his grip, and he held both of my ankles against his body with his arm. With the other arm he grabbed my g-string and pulled it down to my thighs, down to my calves, and releasing my ankles he pulled it all the way off.
My skirt was still around my hips and I was exposed to him. I felt vulnerable and desperate, I was terrified. I tried to push my skirt down, to cover myself, but when I did he grabbed me by the wrists. He lifted my hands over my head with one hand, with his other he roughly pulled my top up over my head. He left it over my face and pushed me back on the bed.
Read more at [FORCED BY BOYFRIEND UNEXPECTEDLY](https://realsexstoriesx.blogspot.com/2020/05/forced-forced-to-have-sex-with-my.html)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gtwa72/forced_forced_to_have_sex_with_my_boyfriend