Heās not sorry, panting against your ear and whining as his hips rock against yours, youāre still half asleep. Still barely registering the sound of his voice filling your ears and his cock stretching your cunt.
Heās not sorry, but he says he is.
ā āM sorry, ām so fuck-ing sorry- Oh fuck, you feel sāood. Gonna, gāna gāna cum. Gāāna c-UM.ā He sobs into your neck, fingers threading with yours as his hips still, cock nestling against your cervix and balls drawing up as he cums. Itās so thick and warm, has his mouth opening with a shuddering groan and drool slipping from his mouth to smear across your shoulder and his cheek.
ā āM sorry, fuck ām sorry. Youāre dreaming, fuck, youāre dreaming.ā He whispers in your ear when you stir just a little, hips still rocking against yours as he coaxes you back to sleep.
Heās not sorry, he does it every night.
You sleep through it all, simply waking up the next morning aching and sore, greeting him excitedly as he thinks about the cum nestled warmly in your cunt. Thinks about how much he canāt wait until you slurp down the dinner heās given you that has crushed birth control and sleeping pills mixed in so that he can repeat the process all over again.
Thinks about smearing your creamy cunny with more cum as he uses your used slit to clean himself, apologizing for the mess and rubbing his finger over your clit to watch his cum be pushed out by your slick.
Heās not sorry and he never will be.
He hopes you wake up one of those days, mewling at his cock stretching your little hole and beg him to stop so he can watch the way your mouth gapes and defeat glazes over your eyes as you feel his cum fill your insides, so he can apologize and whisper how much you wanted it, how you were just begging for it, wearing no clothes to sleep like your whore cunt wanted to be filled and raped, and how he needed a release, needed to give in to his temptations, whisper that heās sorry but you feel so good hugging his cock.
Comfort you as his thrusts resume, rhythm matching that of your sobs as you feel your body rock with the force of his thrusts. Shame overcoming you as you hear the wet schlick sound of your cunny growing wetter at the feeling of his cock raping your cunt. How you whine and cry for him to stop, to pull out this time when he warns you heās cumming, feels your tears salt his tongue as he licks them from your cheeks when you cum too.
Heās not sorry. He wishes he could be.
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