I guess I could try to blame it on the alcohol, or work stress, or any number of other things that might have pushed me over the edge. But when it comes down to it, the truth is I just wanted you.

I’d wanted you for a long ass time. I was tired of not having you, and I was determined to not let anything keep you from me any longer.

I offered to drive you home from the bar. The rest of our friends had already left and for a few minutes it was just you and me, finishing our drinks, chatting casually. You carried that same light, flirty aura with you that you always have. I knew it wasn’t specifically about me, you were that way with everyone. It’s just how you are - it’s one of the things I’ve wanted to claim for myself.

You’d probably had a couple too many. You weren’t falling down drunk, but you’d had enough to recognize you shouldn’t drive. So, you agreed to let me take you home. I’d done it before. It was no big deal.

I walked you to your door. You know, “to make sure you got in safe.”

I’d played the scenario out in my head a thousand times. Maybe I could ask to come in for a cup of coffee. Or I could say I wanted to walk through the house and make sure it was safe before I left you. Once inside I could make a move - try to kiss you, pull you against me, take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom.

But even in my imagination, I knew how it would go. You’d awkwardly turn your head away, try to let me down gently but firmly.

Not that I blame you. Our personalities are the furthest thing from a match. You wanted someone kind, supportive, someone with a gentle touch - and I can be a bit harsh at times.

I’m tempted to say I was determined to show you I was the right man for you, that I thought if I broke down a few barriers I could make you see how well we fit.

But the truth is, I just wanted you. I wanted to feel your body beneath mine. I was tired of just sneaking glances, tired of just day dreaming. I wanted to have you and decided to just take you.

So, I bypassed the awkward conversations and hesitant denials. When you stepped through your door, I followed in close behind you.

You looked at me in stunned silence as I closed the door behind me. As I turned back around you started to say something, but I wasn’t really interested in what you had to say.

I grabbed your waist with one hand, your face with the other. I stepped into you, pinning your body between mine and the wall behind you. I leaned down and clamped my mouth on yours.

There was a brief moment of confusion, where you almost kissed me back, and our tongues touched for just a moment. Then your wits came back in a flash and you started to struggle. You pushed at me, twisted your body, tried to create space between us.

I have to admit, you fought harder than I expected. You managed to squirm halfway out of my arms your body turned as you tried to get away from me and when I managed to get a handle on you again, your back was to me.

I shoved you face first into the wall and wrapped my arms around you tight. I slid a hand up your body and wrapped my hand around your throat, my fingers digging into your jaw. I turned your head back to me, forcing you to look up at me.

“Stop it,” I demanded. “Stop fighting. You’re mine now. Do you hear me? You belong to me. You are mine and I am taking what is mine.”

You said something - something begging me to stop - but I don’t really remember what it was. I wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying. My hands were already fumbling at the button on your pants.

I’ll admit it wasn’t smooth or graceful. My movements were hurried, almost frantic - I’d waited so fucking long to have you.

I finally got the button undone and your zipper half down - enough I could jerk your pants down over your hips. Pants and panties came down together, bunching up around your knees.

Another eternity in a few seconds and I had my own pants down and I felt your soft ass pressing against my dick.

I was fucking throbbing. I was so excited to finally have you it almost hurt.

I grabbed your hip and pulled you back toward me, bending you at the waist. I had to kick your legs apart and keep a hand on your back to keep you in place. It took a bit of work to get inside you - trying to hold you still, position myself correctly, keep you still enough to let me begin to thrust.

And you were tight. God were you so tight.

It took three thrust before I was most of the way inside you. I pulled back one more time and slammed into you, finally burying myself deep inside your pussy.

You screamed. You’d already been yelling as you fought, but it wasn’t until I entered you fully that you really began to scream.

I clamped a hand over your mouth and grabbed the back of your head with my other hand. It muffled your screams and gave me control over your entire body.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled.

I thrust into you again, shoving myself into you deep and hard. Anticipation, and long withstood denial culminated in almost violent aggression. I think part of me wanted you to hurt - like I wanted you to feel the consequences of withholding yourself from me for so long.

I slammed into you again and again. Measure, brutal thrusts with half a heart beat pause in between. I wanted you to feel me. I wanted you to keep feeling me long after I left.

You shoved a hand between us, awkwardly pushed at my hip, trying to minimize the force of me slamming inside you. I had to let go of your mouth and twist your arm behind your back. I couldn’t settle for anything less that feeling all of you.

I finally pulled my cock from your pussy and wrapped my fingers in your hair. I half led, half dragged you to your living room - kicking my pants off as we went.

I meant to throw you on the couch, but your feet tangled and you ended up on the floor.

I grabbed your shoulders and flipped you over, shoving your back against the couch. I held your head back against the cushion and straddled your body. I had to squeeze your jaw open and hold your face still, but I was able to shove my dick in your mouth.

You gagged the first couple times my dick hit the back of your throat but a few more thrusts and I was able to shove my dick down your throat. I held your head still and savagely fucked your face, only occasionally pausing to let you take a breath.

You felt so good, your mouth wrapped around my cock like that. You looked so fucking sexy - even with your eyes shut tight and tears streaming down your face.

I finally pulled my dick from your mouth, picked you up and tossed you on the couch.

One of your shoes had already been kicked off in the struggle and I pulled the other off and tossed it away. I jerked your pants and panties down too. You didn’t even fight me with that. I think you knew I’d get what I wanted no matter what you did.

I climbed on top of you and wrapped my hands around your neck.

“Spread your legs for me me,” I demanded as I tightened my grip on your throat.

You shifted your body and weakly spread your legs.

I squeezed your neck harder, “More”

You spread your legs wide, your knees coming up to your elbows.

“That’s my girl,” I said as I shoved my dick back inside you.

I let go of your throat as I began to thrust. I slid my hands down your body and up under your shirt. I shoved your shirt and bra up your chest so I could get to your tits - pawing and grabbing, kneading them with violent enthusiasm. I held onto your tits to keep you still as I thrust into you harder and faster.

“Fuck,” I growled. “Good girl. Take it for me. Take it like a good girl.”

Our bodies clapped together with ferocious applause, emphasized by your tearful grunts and my euphoric groans.

I leaned back and wrapped my arms under your legs - lifting your hips off the couch. I held you up as I pummeled you, enthralled by the way your body shook in rhythm with my thrusts.

You were everything I’d imagined you to be. I wanted to stay in that moment forever. But my body craved the release up long pent up desire.

I leaned back over you, my hands dug into the couch on either side of your head. I held myself up and thrust into you with the full force of my body.

I felt like I wanted to split you in two, just so I could push myself deeper inside you.

“Fuck,” I panted. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

You felt too fucking good. I couldn’t control myself. I jackhammered myself into you, your entire body bouncing on the cushions.

I groaned as I exploded inside you. I cursed as the pleasure of you crashed over me. I came hard as I pumped my cum deep inside your body. I swear the whole world faded to black, with just a pinpoint of light on your beautiful face as you took every last drop.

I must have spaced out for a minute. When I came back to reality I was laying top of you, our bodies pressed against each others - sweaty and breathless.

Your head was turned away from me, your eyes shut tight. You refused to even look at me, but I was confident that was something you’d get over in time.

I brushed sweat and tear soaked strand of hair from your face, and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“You belong to me now,” I said. “You’re mine. I told you that. You might as well get used to the idea.”