Drunk Abusive boyfriend

I was home alone at my boyfriend’s (Mitchel) house when he was due to come home in a bit. He had gone out to drink with his friends, and I was just hoping he hadn’t gotten too drunk like he usually does.

He acts a bit… off, when he is drunk.

The tender loving boyfriend, who makes sure I’m always comfortable turns bitter and borderline abusive. He always promises me he’ll drink less. That he’ll do better.
I was hoping it was like that tonight.

That’s when I heard the door creaking from the main entrance.
I walk hurriedly to the sounds of him shuffling, when I spot him taking his black jacket off and put it on the hanging rack beside him.

“Hey, you okay?” I crept up behind him, giving him a warm hug.
He didn’t respond momentarily.
“Yeah, yeah…”

God, he sounded so drunk.

“Oh umm, want to go to bed?” I asked, hoping he would take the offer so he wouldn’t do anything rash in this state.

He nodded weakly, making me sigh of relief as I have him aid up the stairs and into our room.
I then sat him on bed before he slurred “bring me some water.” His eyes avoiding mine.
“Okay.” I said, walking to the kitchen with a fast pace as I’d run some water into a large cup and bring it to him upstairs.

After I came in through the door, my eyes exclaimed when I noticed he was smoking, he was stood up and the window was open, letting his smoke out as he stood just at it.
“Hey, you shouldn’t be smoking right now.” I said with tender and softness in my voice, slowly coming towards him.

I tapped him on the back, and that’s when he stubbed his cigarette on the window and slowly turned my way, and struck his hands against my face, knocking both me and the water over.

“Shut the fuck up!” Hey yelled.

My eyes were wide and fearful as I placed my hand to the cheek he hit.

I stood up and apologised, my entire body shaking. He did get rough when he was drunk, just never this much. He never hit me this hard, so I was completely terrified of what else he could do.

Mitchel started to come over, he was clearly enraged. Thats when he grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed, and put his entire body ontop of mine.

At first, he did nothing, except gently stroke my face with his fingers at first. But then his thick fingers found their way to my mouth, and placed themselves inside it.

“Suck.” Said mitchel.

I tried to mumble something, trying to exclaim I didn’t want to, when he got angrier, and the fingers inside my mouth was forced deeper, hitting my the inside of my throat.

“Yeah… that’s it.” He smiled eerily.
I was gagging on choking on his fingers, my face turning red.
I saw his free hand go to the bulge in his jeans, and rub it at first before unzipping it. His 7” cock sprung out.
“I want to hurt you so bad.” His intoxicated breath seeped into my nostrils as he pulled his fingers out And placed his palm into my cheek he slapped earlier.
Before I knew it, most of our clothes were off, and I was too full of fear to move. The only thing I could do was cry.

He climbed up a bit further on the bed, putting his cock near my mouth.
My breathing got gaster and heavier, as I looked at him with these puppy dog eyes, wet with tears.
“I don’t- I don’t want to.” I mumbled, shutting my mouth and clenching it.

“Open it.” Mitchel put his tip on my lips before getting his hand and hitting my jaw.

“Fucking open it!”
Seeing as I had no choice or he would do something a lot worse, I hesitantly opened my mouth and he immediately forced his meat stick in.
I shut my eyes as he did his work, putting 5 or so inches in, and pulling out.
“Fuck…” he moaned.

He then pulled my brunette hair, making me put all 7” inside my mouth and making me gag. I could never deepthroat his cock without gagging before, and this time was no different.

He then started to face fuck me, making me whimpering and cry