“I want you to cry,” he crooned in her ear, and he slammed into her aching pussy again. She groaned, the sound an involuntary response to the sudden, nearly brutal, fullness she felt.
It had started sweet and fun. Playful stroking during commercial breaks. Then giggling as he teased her swollen nipples, telling him to go slow, to be gentle, she was sore from breastfeeding the new baby.
Then he had her wrapped in his arms, holding her tighter and closer than he’d been able to in months. She was intoxicated by the intimacy of the embrace alone and she kissed him. Then they were both hungrily kissing, tongues searching and deepening the sensation, hands grasping hold of arms, back, neck, fingernails digging in as desire for each other rose up in a wave.
He began sucking the tender spot just below her ear, along her jawline. It was like a direct line to her inner walls and her pussy ached with longing, although the weeks of recovery from labor made her feel too dry and raw. The discrepancy of wanting him while being unsure if she could take all of him was driving her wild.
He felt her desperation and couldn’t help responding to her moans. He slipped a finger gently past her panties and applied some gentle pressure to her swollen clit. Her hips rose up to welcome his touch as her eyes rolled back in pleasant surprise. She hadn’t been sure he’d want to go even this far tonight.
He spread her lips aside with two fingers to reveal her clit even more and began massaging a little more insistently. She couldn’t stop herself from bucking and moaning, even though the rush of pleasure was consistently matched by the heat of pain as her sensitive pussy tried to keep up. He slid a finger past her clit and into her opening, just barely inside.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Y-yes, I think so,” she managed to whisper. She was nervous. She wanted this. It had been weeks of no sex and they were both crazy for it. But she felt so sensitive still, and she was nervous.
He pressed another finger in and slid deeper. It felt good, he could tell, but it also felt burning and too dry. She thought about telling him to stop and get some lube to help, but suddenly he stopped probing. Grasping her body firmly, he turned her on her side and held her close, his throbbing cock pressing between her thighs.
“Oh I love you, I love your breasts and your moans and your wet pussy and your sexy legs…,” he told her as he maneuvered so his cock had slipped inside her panties from behind and was pressed against her pussy. One hand on her hip and the other arm wrapped around her, she was at his mercy. She couldn’t think. She was turned on and anxious and excited and trying to remember how to talk to remind him to be gentle… And yet still hoping he wouldn’t be gentle at all.
He used the hand that was gripping her hip and pressed his engorged tip inside her. She groaned helplessly. He pushed deeper. She groaned again, it was so good and yet nearly too big… And then he had both arms around her shoulders in a bear hug, his body engulfing hers. He whispered with an urgent need in his tone, “It’s time.” Then he slammed his full length deep inside her, and she cried out in both overwhelming pleasure and pulsing pain.
“I want you to cry,” he crooned in her ear, and he slammed into her aching pussy again. He kept his rhythm and said again. “I want you to cry, it’s been so long and you’ve been so frustrated…”
Her mind reeled. They hadn’t talked through this, but the mere suggestion while he had such control over her already had tears forming in her eyes. Her cries became shallow sobs as she surrendered to his pounding pace. She knew she couldn’t have formed words if she had wanted to, her whole self was given over to experiencing his domination.
He seemed relentless and wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her, even as tears she didn’t understand ran down her face into her open mouth, tasting salty on her tongue.
Then she felt him press deeper than ever and he began to groan as he came inside her, his hips grinding into her ass, feeling every moment of release as it rushed through him and exploded into her pulsing walls.
He paused. And then a second wave of hip-grinding told her he was still releasing his load into her. She arched her back and welcomed him further in, squeezing her walls around his pumping cock.
He collapsed at last, almost instantly asleep, throbbing shaft still buried deep inside her.
She lay there quietly, and the tears continued to spill onto the sheets.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hg8ozp/cry_mf_couple_forceful