Forcefully Bred by the Home Intruder (dubious consent, rape fantasy, creampie, impregnation)

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When a case of mistaken identity caused my roommate's boyfriend to assault me in my own home, I found myself more turned on than I had ever been in my life. On top of that, he didn't know that I wasn't on birth control, adding another level of danger to his mistake. Now, if he wants me to keep my mouth shut, he's going to have to satisfy another one of my fantasies- this one even darker than my roommate's ever was! Will he send one of his buddies to do the job or will he take care of my raging libido himself? With the ski mask covering his face, I might never know!

This 4750 word story includes more rope, a rude awakening, torn panties, and a house guest who doesn't knock before entering. He also makes a mess before he leaves, filling poor Cammy with another impregnating creampie!

I tried to roll over but my arm was stuck. I tugged on it and heard a low chuckle that stood out from the soft roll of thunder. I blinked my eyes open hard, and struggled to sit up, but I couldn't move. My hands were tied to my headboard, the rope digging into my skin. I pulled hard on it, but the harder I pulled the more it tightened around my wrists.

"Don't struggle," a dark voice whispered into my ear. I felt a moment of panic when I didn't recognize the voice.

I tried to say his name, but my mouth had a rolled up kerchief gagging me. I bit down, but there was no way I could talk around it. I jerked my head around until I could see him. He was standing by the bed, watching me. I could only see his eyes under the ski-mask he had pulled down over his face. He was wearing a black skin tight shirt that showed off his muscles and a pair of black gym shorts that weren't hiding his excitement. Seeing him turned on made the space between my legs go wet.

He traced a finger down my bare arm, sending goosebumps across my skin. I tried to kick my legs, but they too, were tied to the bed. I could feel my thin t-shirt starting to ride up my back as I struggled. He laughed, a low dangerous sound.

"Do you promise not to scream?" the masked man whispered in my ear. He reached out and held my jaw firmly in his hand, completely in control of my head.

I nodded and he tightened his fingers around my jaw until I whimpered. The fire growing in the pit of my stomach was screaming for his touch. My panties were practically drenched as he climbed onto the bed and pinned my shoulders down with his knees. His erection was obvious in the gym shorts this close to my face.

"Don't scream," he cautioned and pulled on the gag. As soon as it was free I took a deep breath and let out a yelp. He immediately pushed my jaw up, shutting my mouth and cutting off the sound...