Chapter 124

• I tugged her back to me firmly, forcing her out of doggy and into more of a standing position. My hands reached around and crassly fondled her tits. My cock made a sloshing sound coming in and out of her cunt. She was loving this. I wanted her close so she could hear what I said next.
• "You do it because your husband isn't man enough," I whispered. "He doesn't know how to make you feel like a slut. You need someone who sees those deep, dirty secrets. People watch you on TV and think, she's such a tease. No, you're not. When you're on TV, dressing sexy every day? You're advertising. And it frustrates you that no one will take you up on it."
• Rita started to say something, but it was swallowed up by an ear-piercing scream. I pulled my cock almost fully out of her and then slammed it back in. She screamed again. Her body shook as if in an earthquake, and the epicenter of it was at her cunt. I repeated the long, fierce stroke again. Another scream. That pattern didn't last long because it happened. I drove the length of my cock savagely into her one more time. She tried to scream, but only a strained gasp came out. For a moment, I saw everything in slow motion: my cock, chiseled and glistening with her juices, the sweat sheen on her back, the eraser-tip nipples jutting out proudly from her breasts.