We already dated for a month or so, but that night you gave me that look for the very first time. I think I was talking with a friend or something, and you looked at me with those blue, almost silver-coloured eyes. I was confused, for that was the gaze of someone who was intimidated, yet interested. You were not ashamed to keep staring at me as if I was someone who was about to harm you. I forgot about that the next time I saw you.
It was a Wednesday, 1pm. We were going to have lunch in a place I had reserved one week ago. I did not understood why, but that day you were unbearable. You complained how impolite was to talk in the metro (something I and many always do), you were complaining how loud was my voice even if we already knew each other for almost 3 months. You were complaining about the place, how crowded it was, how ugly it was and how you did not liked the food. After an unpleasant meal, you “threated” me by saying you did not liked the date and you were going to leave. At this time, I was confused and worried. I felt it was my bad. I took it lightly and convinced you to chill and have coffee with me. I asked where you preferred to go or if you had any preference in the coffee. You always answered, “I dunno, whatever”. After an entire afternoon of mostly awkward silence and that angry mood of yours. I decided to invite you over my place to have some drinks, as I do know alcohol makes you meeker.
Finally, you started being the sweet cute girl I met at first. However, that did not last long. After a while, you started mentioning this guy you were really into, like I was a wall, you talked how much you wanted him. I was shocked, and started to get disappointed. Until you said those stinging words. “Im gonna take off my pants and just hang out with my leggings, it’s not like you are going to do something about it”
That was it. I realized she was fucking provoking me. But I was more angry than aroused. I started kissing her, but she acted as if she didn’t wanted to. Right after that she whispered in my ear “You are pathetic”. In that very moment, something clicked on my head. I only saw a disgusting women, I forgot about her as respectable person. I forced my hand to her head down me. “Suck it,” I said. She didn’t opened her mouth, so I slapped her face once. Then when it was open, I didn’t hesitate to shove it entirely down her throat. Even when she was gagging, I went deeper. I could not believe that that when she stepped up, she looked at me and spit at my face.
I was even angrier, very close to hate. I started choking her, while I proceeded to finger her wet cunt. I laid her on the bed, still choking her and started teasing her cunt with my dick. “Say that you want, it bitch” I said. With the tip already in, I stopped choking her, just to let her say it. And she did. A simple and cold “Fuck me”. Immediately I shoved it as deep as I could. She screamed a little, but I felt something amazing. I felt that I owned everything in her and saw her. I even started to choke her, harder this time.
Even thou I was enjoying it, a part of me was thinking “God, I’m going to kill her”. But then it happened. She looked at me like that night. With a very fearful look, with teary eyes, yet with fund and interest. That look penetrated me and made me cum instantly. It was the most violent orgasm I’ve ever felt. I literally lost control of the lower part of my body. I could feel the insane amount of semen that was flowing inside her cunt, which got even tighter, as she was pressing her hips while locking me with her legs. I felt such a pleasure and amazingly, all my anger was suddenly gone.
Still in pleasure, I just wanted to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you so bad, maybe as a way to prove I did not want to harm you like it seemed like. But you didn’t kissed me. You were busy biting my left shoulder very hard, and at the same time sobbing a little. Right after that I started to faint. I was blacking out and the last thing I remember from that night was the feeling of some of the semen that was dripping out from your cunt. The next day I woke up, you were gone and I was alone in a very wet bed.
I saw her one month after. We had a date like the first times, with silly talk and how things were going. She tried a couple of times to start an argument about nonsense or to overreact about meaningless things. Unlike other times, I looked her in the eye while telling her to shut up, and she did. That felt good, but weird. I didn’t want her to build me up like last time. I don’t talk to her anymore. She’s a little complicated, bipolar, scares me a little, and brings out the worst of me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/6u6qsm/silver_eyes