“Please stop! Can’t we talk about this?!” She pleaded, quickly trying to change the developing situation before it became worse. “Shut your fucking face, Rebecca ... such a whiny cunt!” Bill snarled as he shoved Rebecca’s face further into the mattress. He grinds her face against the surface, fisting his hand further into her hair. Tangling her blonde locks around his knuckles as he drags his hand down Her sides. Pinning Her with his weight, mashing her breast against the bed, he begins to loosen his belt with his hand. He pays close attention to stay focused as Rebecca squirms and tries to buck Bill from her back. She tries her best to pull her hair from his grip but it does her no good. He slams her face against the mattress again, feeling her head bounce against his knuckles as she yelps.

Once his belt is loosened and undone as well as his pants, he reaches into them grabbing his length and softly strokes himself. Bill feels the pulses of excitement from the situation each time he hears Rebecca whimper and feels her try to shift from beneath him. While he glides his hand up and down his shaft he leans forward. Leaning over Rebecca’s back, lowering his lips to her ear as he yanks her head back harshly. “Listen you little bitch, and you better fucking listen well ... Don’t make me repeat myself!” He grips her hair tighter, twisting his fist as he tugs at her scalp. She lets out an audible breath as her eyes begin to water. The weight of Bill, sitting on the back of her hips causing her a discomfort. Though not as a great a discomfort as the pain he is inflicting on her scalp and emotions. He leans his face closer to her ear, biting the side softly as the words slip right into her ears, “You’re a filthy fucking whore ... You know it and I know it ... You had the nerve to put me in the Goddamned friend zone ... And think I’d simply be okay with it?!” Bill shoves his weight against Rebecca’s head that time. Her cries muffled into the mattress and surrounding pillows. Muffled “Please” and “Stop” come from her pinned mouth. She can’t help but acknowledge the pain within her face from having it pinned against the bed for a bit now.

“The nerve cunts like you have. Just fucking think, you can drag us around ... Lead us on?! AND not expect us to want anything? Expect us to be happy that we are zoned and just fucking be okay with it...?” He reaches his hand to Rebecca’s hip again as he shifts himself to a straddle. “I am going to fuck your little cunt. I am going to show you what a friend I am!” Bills words trail off into her ear as a hiss while he pulls Rebecca’s hair back farther. She feels her face heated and upset with herself. She can’t help but wonder how she actually got to this point. Wondering how Bill had even gotten into her home. Rebecca had no clue that Bill had been watching her routines, observing outside her windows, always watching over her. Never with an ill intent though. He wanted to understand things, and be a better friend, and work towards being more ... That was until he felt himself become filled with an anger once she tossed him into the dreadful friend zone. Bill never saw it coming, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from getting what he wanted overall.

Bill moves his hand from her hip, sliding it over her bare ass. Gripping and kneading her cheeks. Enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh as he licks his lips. “Mm you have such a nice fucking ass.” Rebecca only replies with what begins to become sobs. “Pleaseeee ... Bill don’t dooo thiiss!” He finds himself laughing and taking a pleasure in her plea. He jerks her hair back, hearing her cry out in pain. “Nothing you can fucking say will stop me. Are you that stupid of a bitch?” He grabs his cock and begins pressing in her folds from atop of her. Feeling his cock rest right at the entrance to her pussy. The thing he had longed for. Right at the tip of his cock! He felt an excited rush and couldn’t hold himself back from the moment as he lunged his hips forward, plunging his shaft into her only slightly moist opening. Feeling himself meet resistance of which he only retracted a bit and then slam his weight. Repeating the process until his balls were resting against her.

“STTTTOOOOPPPPPP, for fucks sakkkkee pleaseeeee! ... Billlll please! ... Please! Please! Please! ... Stop this! ... You’re ... going to tear me! ... You’re hurting me!”

She writhes below him, as he rests there, enjoying the motion of her body. Not realizing she’s only adding to his pleasure while causing herself pain. Rebecca’s opening was moist but not ready, she felt every tug of her velvet flesh as he shoved his way into her channel. She kicks her legs as she reaches her arms out. “Are you ready Rebecca? Are you ready to scream for me?” He grins as he withdraws a bit and slams back into her tightness. He grunts feeling his steel length plunge into her little pussy. He feels her channel trying to clamp itself shut, close him off from entry. Trying to push him out as he continues to thrust his rigid shaft within her. “Mm this little cunt is fucking tight!” He grinds his hips against hers feeling his cock burrow. Rebecca squirming still as louder bursts of sobs come from her. She prays for him to be quick and finish. Each thrust of his thickness causes a yelp, a scream, a breathless plea for mercy.

She feels the dreaded sense of her body beginning to lubricate itself. Hoping the whole incident will end soon as she tries to hide her face. “You fucking whore!” Bill begins to laugh as he thrusts harder picking up the pace feeling that sweet proof of her enjoyment to him. “I knew you’d fucking love this!” He grinds himself into her again, swaying his hips slowly before retracting as he presses her face into the mattress. Rebecca reaches and grabs at anything. Only her fingers are just meeting sheets, yet she grabs anyway. Hoping to brace herself. Losing hope this will end the way she wants it too.

Bill begins fucking her opening with more of a vengeance it seems. Focusing all of his frustrations and wants, desires, and needs into her pussy. He lunges forward with all of his weight, throwing everything he has behind each thrust. Rebecca’s body appears as a crumpled mess with each plunge as he shoves Rebecca’s hips towards her shoulders. He feels his cock throbbing within her cunt, wanting more, wanting to release. Wanting to fill her womb with his deserving seed whether she wanted it or not. “Mmm baby, you feel so fucking good.” He pounds harder and faster, grunting with each blow he delivers as she lay there whimpering. He feels the sensation within his balls telling him the time is nearing as he begins quick shallow thrusts! “OHHHHHH FUUCCCCKKKKK YEEEAAAAHH!” he roars as he buries himself deep, releasing his proof of pleasure well into her depths. Holding himself in the position as he moans, and jerks his hips a few more times. Rebecca picks up her sobs again.

Soon Bill releases his grip of her hair and pushes himself off of Rebecca and slides off the bed. He looks over her naked body, lying there limp and used. Watching her gasp for breaths as she wastes them on sobbing. He slowly puts himself back together with a sense of pride knowing he’s no longer in the friend zone ... Though not sure where he’s at in Rebecca’s thoughts. Bill just knows he isn’t in the friend zone, and he just had the fuck he’d been dreaming of. “Well ... Rebecca ... I need to go, I’d love to stay, trust me. I do hope we can get together soon.”

It’s been about a week and Bill hasn’t heard anything from Rebecca. Not a single word, he hasn’t even heard anything from their mutual friends. He was beginning to wonder if she had said anything. He assumes she hasn’t given any details if she had mentioned anything. He hasn’t heard from the police or anything so that has to be a good sign, right? For Bill’s sake it’s a good sign. He knows he went a bit far ... Okay he knows he more than crossed the line but he honestly didn’t care. He was fed up with the way she was always hot and cold with him. The way she would lead him on and once he showed any sign of a mutual interest she would snap back away from him. It always seemed like she enjoyed toying with him. Knowing he would jump. Except that night, that night he took exactly what he wanted and didn’t care how it made her feel. Only thing that worries him was the possibility of jail time if she reported it. Bill wasn’t sure he could deny it with a straight face. He could barely think about it without getting a slight erection and a grin jumping to his face. So how in the world would he try to defend himself against allegations?!

The real problem was that Bill wanted that feeling again. That power under his fingertips, the muffled sounds and the faint scent of arousal in the air. He only wanted it from one source and in one manner. It could only come from finding his way back near Rebecca ... but how? He surely couldn’t just go knock on her door and ask to be let in. On the other hand, he could do exactly that. If she denied him entrance he could always just force his way through, then he could also get an idea of what’s being going through her mind and what all she’s told or hasn’t told others. The more he thought of it, the better it had sounded in his head. He just needed to finish his shift at work.

He continued thinking about meeting up with Rebecca again, he even came close to sending her a text message just to see if she would respond. He quickly changed his mind though. Probably wouldn’t be a good idea to get her thinking of him if she weren’t already. Bill didn’t want to spook her or scare her off before he had the chance to surprise her with a visit. He had already decided he was going to have his way again but he hadn’t thought about what he would do afterwards. The chances of her not reporting anything a second time would be silly to believe they would be high. That he’d had a strong chance of getting away with it again. Plus, he also had to think of the possibility that she may still report the first time.

He had daydreamed the rest of his shift away without realizing it, he looked down at his watch to see it was time to clock out and leave. He did exactly that, and quickly. He was being in a hurry but he was not about to waste a moment as he left and found his way to his car. He could feel a flutter of excitement as he hopped in and started the engine, a few gear shifts, turns of the wheel and he was on the road heading towards her house. It felt almost like nothing had ever happened. Reminded him of when he would stop by her house after work regularly. He sort of missed that but he would live without it. Where he was now being better than where he used to be. No hope, viewed as more of a toy or an errand boy, a friend to play with but without any benefits just emotional games.