He Just Won't Listen

All characters are above 18. This is a fictional story with nonconsensual sex. I do not condone actual rape, this story is for reading purposes only!

Tonight was the third night of John working late. He had worked from home a lot this month, but this week he said he had to work from the office. Supposedly.

Who knows? Maybe he was with another girl - or a woman his age.

I wasn't jealous. No way. It was peaceful without him at home. I wasn't constantly worried about his presence around me - how I acted, how I looked, and whether he'd try to fuck me again. Not that I wanted him to do that - of course not!

I decided to make some tea and use the night to catch up on studying. I had exams coming up and with everything going on with John, I'd been really out of it this whole week.

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At around 11 PM, I decided to call it a night and headed off to bed. I wondered again whether Was John really working late or was he with someone? Not that it mattered to me. It was probably a good thing for me, right? If he found someone else, he'd leave me alone.

I fell asleep going over the many reasons I was better off without him.

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"Sweetie?" His whisper woke me up and sent my heart thumping. John was right behind me. He was pressed against my back with an arm draped around my waist.

I didn't know how long I had been asleep for or when he had climbed into my bed. I didn't know how he had even gotten into my room. I had locked my door!

"You up?" he asked softly. His breath was warm against my ear. Goosebumps ran across my body.

I didn't reply. I was confused. This didn't feel okay. The last two times, it could be argued that I had wanted him to fuck me, I guess.

But this? This was breaking and entering, right? Even if he owned the apartment, I was a tenant, and he shouldn't have come into my room like this. It wasn't like him to do this.

"Baby," he whispered again. He pressed his lips softly to my earlobe. "Are you awake?"

His beard was slightly tickling me, but I didn't move.

He slid his arm from over my cami to underneath it. Oh my god. Maybe he could tell I was breathing more rapidly now. Could he tell? Should I say something? What could I say?

His hand squeezed my stomach before moving up to my breasts. He gently massaged each of my breasts one by one with his large hands.

"Mm," he groaned in my ear as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. His breathing was a bit uneven now, and he was slightly humping against my ass, but his movements were still light.

I was getting incredibly wet. But this was so wrong. He shouldn't have been here, and I shouldn't have been getting this wet.

He slipped his hand back out from under my cami, and I felt him shift.

Was he taking off his pants?

My question was answered for me when he gripped my hips and pressed his hot cock against my panties.

Oh no, no, no. I had to stop him now, right?

I didn't know. Maybe if I kept pretending to be asleep, he'd leave. Maybe he was just going to dry fuck me and leave. Was I okay with that? What did I want?

"Mm fuck." I heard him groan softly as he started to hump me, a bit less gently than before. His movements rocked me slightly.

"Sweetie?" he murmured close to my ear.

Then with his bare cock still pressed against my ass, he bent a finger into the elastic of my panties and tugged them aside.

Oh, no.

He ran his finger across my slit, inhaling sharply.

"Shit," he muttered, "Are you awake, baby? You're really wet."

His finger found my clit, and he started circling it as he humped me from behind. I had to "wake up" right then to stop him from going further. This wasn't right. He shouldn't have broken into my room like this. I had to let him know, even though his finger rubbing me felt so good.

"Ngh, John...no...mmh what are you doing here?" My voice was a bit hoarse from not speaking for a while.

"Sweetie," he murmured. He pulled my earlobe into his mouth and was sucking it softly between his words. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I just missed you so much. I had to see you."

I had missed him too. But he didn't answer my question.

"But the door?" I whimpered as he withdrew his finger. "How did you - mmph - "

He brought his finger to my mouth and pushed against my lips until they parted. I had no other choice, so I obediently sucked his finger into my mouth.

"What about the door?" He swirled his finger on my tongue. It was dripping wet with my tangy juices.

Still, the important thing was figuring out how he got in! I grabbed his wrist, pulling his finger from my mouth. "The door was locked. How did you - "

"Locked?" he cut me off, kissing down my neck to my shoulders as he again bent a finger in my panties to tug them aside. This time, he used his hand to rub his cock against my slit, gathering my juices. "No baby. You left the door open."

I had? I couldn't remember for sure. "Mm...really?"

"Yeah," he panted slightly against my shoulders, teasing me with the head of his cock on my clit. "That's why I came in."

"Oh, mmh, that's so weird..." I had left my windows open, and doors could blow open sometimes from the breeze. I'd seen it happen.

"Do you want me to go?" He pulled me back against his chest, lifted my top leg and hung it over his hip to open me up.

"Oh, umm, go? I don't...I don't know."

"You don't?" He began to nudge the head of his cock against my opening.

Oh no! He always did this - fucking me bareback without a condom.

"Wait! Please put on a - ohh," I gasped, my words cutting off into a moan as the head of his cock split me open.

"A condom?" he breathed, finishing my sentence for me. "Baby, I...ah...fuck...I pulled out for you last time, didn't I?" He groaned as he pushed deeper into my aching pussy. "Mm, your pussy is so fucking tight...don't you trust me? I'll pull out...ah...trust me."

That's true. He did pull out last time, and if I was being honest, I kind of liked the thrill of being fucked without a condom.

I whimpered as he titled his hips to ease his cock deeper in me.

"John...mmm, you promise?"

He placed a hand over my abdomen. "Promise what, baby?" he murmured.

He pressed his weight forward as his hips began to grind his cock inside my sopping tunnel.

"To...uhm, pull out?"

"Shit," he grunted, ignoring my question again. With every thrust, I felt his grip tighten on my stomach. I reached down to grab his thick forearm as he pumped his cock into me, feeling his muscles straining as he slowly inched in deeper.

He pulled back out a bit. My hips instinctively pushed back to chase his cock, and I whimpered. My pussy was holding onto his length tightly, not willing to let it go. The friction of his cock grinding against my aching, swollen walls felt so good that I was shaking a bit.

"You okay, baby?" I felt his low voice thrum against the back of my head.

"Huh? Yeah," I whispered back. "John, don't...mm, don't stop."

I was already right on the edge from the teasing earlier.

"Yeah?" he panted against my neck.

"Mmh," I sighed, nodding against his chest. "Yeah..."

"Good girl," he muttered, his breath turning ragged. "Yeah...you're such a good girl."

He kept grinding into me, and finally, I reached the peak.

"Uhh...mmhmm...John." My head fell back against his shoulder, and my whole body went still. I stopped trying to hold back my soft moans as my pussy squeezed and pulsed around his cock. "Ohhh...mmh."

"Fuck. Fuck, your pussy is milking my cock," he grunted. "Shit. Baby, can I just -?" He grabbed my hips and yanked me back as he slammed into me.

The air left my lungs as his cock plunged all the way in. "Ughh...h-hh...why did you do that?" I gasped, my voice trembling as my fingers desperately clung to the bedsheets. "That went in too deep."

"Oh, sweetie, that was too deep for you?" He drew back until his cock was at my entrance and then slammed in again.

"Oh!" I gasped again as he shoved back into me. "John...uhh..."

"Shh, it's okay, baby. Just a bit more, okay? Can you take it for me? I'm close...I'm gonna cum soon, baby." He was using my hips as handles, pulling my body onto his cock while thrusting his own hips forward with irregular, blunt shoves.

"John - uh - remember, wait - John - oh! You - uh - have to pull out." I managed to gasp out the words between his thrusts and the sloppy sounds my pussy was making as he slid his cock in and out of it.

"Oh yeah..." He sucked in a sharp breath. "Sweetie? I know you're - ah, you're young. But mm...have you ever - ahh - thought about having a baby?"

"What?!" I gasped. Was he crazy?! "John! What are you talking about?!"

"Fuck, baby,fuck." He let out a low groan. He dug his fingers so deep into my hips that I was pinned against his chest as his cock buckled and swelled inside me. I shoved against his body with my hands but he didn't even budge an inch.

"Fuck, ah, there you go baby. It's all for you. Mmm, you feel it baby? Shooting up your tight pussy?" He pressed his tongue into my ear while his cock throbbed inside my tunnel.

"No...no...no," I whimpered uselessly. I kept trying to push him back, but he still didn't let up. He kept pumping his hips, depositing wave after wave of his hot load into me.

"Mmm, yeah, that feels fucking amazing."

"I...nnh..I don't understand..." I felt my head spin. I couldn't move under his grip. "Why would you...you promised you'd pull out! Why did you do that...?"

"Oh fuck yeah, that was good," he murmured. He guided my hand down to my pussy, where his cock was still buried. My fingers met the slick, gooey texture of his seed where our bodies joined. "Feel all that cum, baby?"

He pulled his cock out slowly and his warm cum trickled down my leg and started dripping onto the sheets.

I snapped around to face him. I was so mad. "Why did you do that? You told me you would pull out." My lips trembled as tears stung my eyes. "And why did you -"

My voice cracked and I buried my face into my hands, my body shuddering as the sobs finally came out.

"Oh shit," he muttered. "Are you crying? Baby. Baby." He turned me onto my back and gently pried my hands away from my face.

"Are you trying to get me pregnant?" I sniffled, wiping my nose. "I can't. I'm still in college. I can't have a baby. Why did you say that?" I kept sobbing even as he cupped my face in his hands and wiped my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, baby. Shh, shh..." He kissed my tears. "I didn't mean that. I'll get you the pill tomorrow. It's okay, baby, you're gonna be okay."

"But you - " I hiccuped. " - you came in me. Again. I can't keep taking the pill if you keep doing it."

"No, no, baby, look at me." He tipped my face to his. "I won't do it again."

"No...you're always lying to me." I bet he had a key to my room and had come in himself. I knew I had locked the door.

"Oh, baby," he breathed, lying down next to me and pulling me into his chest. His fingers started to stroke my curls gently. "Is that how you feel?"

I didn't reply.

"I'm sorry, baby. I hate to see you hurting like this." He planted a kiss on my head. "It's gonna be okay, trust me."