"Stop it… you're going to be late for work…"

In answer, his finger went straight to the furrow of her cunt, moving in the pink, tender flesh, insistently, now then, upward, through the slight moistness to find the hidden bud of her clitoris. He rubbed at it, stroking the tiny button, trying to rouse it to alert erectness, but it lay flaccid and unresponding under his frantic fingers, refusing to leave its canopied protection.

Suddenly, with a desperate gasp, Eddie heaved himself to his knees; he couldn't stand the wait any longer. Kneeling over his wife, he placed himself between her partly spread legs, pushing outward with his muscular thighs to spread her limbs even further apart.

Eddie's cock was fully erect, its huge, blood-engorged length jutting out from his hairiness like another arm. He took the monstrous cock in his hand, and came down, slowly, upon her, as he guided it to the soft, hair-lined slit at the opening of her pussy. He pressed the lust-inflated head against the reddened flesh of her, trying to force the lust raging cock into her barely moistened and unwilling cunt.

"Stop it, Eddie… I'm not ready… I don't want it…"

"You never do. What am I supposed to do with this hard cock of mine?"

"You're an animal… you're unnatural wanting sex all the time like this."

Eddie's face froze, the anger rising in him, as he spat out, "so now I'm some kind of beast, am l? Is that what you think about me?"

She was instantly contrite. "No, I didn't really mean it. It just popped out."

But Eddie was furious now. "I want to fuck you within an inch of your life. If you'd get into it, you'd enjoy it."

His base, vulgar language was cutting into her like a knife, slicing, slashing and jabbing at her mind. Her body stiffened, and her face froze into a mask of injured self-righteousness.

"I've had enough of this," she said with a voice like icewater thrown in his face, "let me up."