He blended for himself his fourth 'nightcap'. The liquor had charged him comfortably; he felt quite confident and secure once again and the stirring at his loins had grown to sizable proportions. Perhaps, if Madeleine was still awake… He arose quickly and went into the bedroom, but she was sleeping. He moved close to the bed and smiled down at her lovely reposed form… surprised to note the two little furrows between her closed eyes at the bridge of her nose, as if she might be perplexed or troubled in a dream.
My God, she was beautiful and so innocent… and he loved her with all of his heart. He'd make it up to her, that's what he would do. No matter what happened between Ginny and himself at the summer place, he'd make it up to her. By God, he'd take an oath on that right now.
I love you, Madeleine darling. I swear it; I love you!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh! Ooohhh! My God, please? Wa-Wait just… a… moment…!" gasped the naked and ravishing Ginny Novak as the gargoylish little czar caught hold of her waist in his deceiving, powerful hands and bounced her up and down, his salacious, almost colorless eyes wickedly absorbing the voluptuous sight of her full, erect firm breasts joggling and quaking before him, while her mouth gaped and her eyes widened blankly with the pain each time he raised his heavy lips to drive his massive cock up into her with evil vicious delight.
Gaston Larreau displayed a warped, gold-toothed grin. "You surprise me, ma chere. Don't tell me that canyon you call a cunt has contracted from lack of use." He leered at her mercilessly, continuing to raise her up off his penetrating rod of brutal flesh, then driving her down upon it to hear and watch her grunt and recoil with the agony.
Desperately, the lovely blonde struggled to endure the torment without further entreaty, knowing the uselessness of pleading to his barbaric, animalistic nature.