He was damned near through with her… maybe entirely through; he wasn't quite certain yet; that was going to depend on Antoine's sweet little wife, Madeleine, along with several other minor details… but right at the moment he was enjoying the erotic spectacle of Ginny Novak's pain twisted face. Unfortunately, in a matter of minutes, she would come to enjoy it, lessening his own pleasure… and even as he stared up into her contorted face, mercilessly driving his gigantic shaft up into her yet tight passage, he saw the masochistic little sparks of initial delight come alive to dance in her sea-green eyes… that time had already arrived; she was suddenly beginning to relish her agony.
He clutched at her narrow, supple waist and thrust brutally once more, but her anxious, wincing moments had passed. She half-smiled a cold and hard expression, yet there was excitement blended with it.
God, how she despised him. To her, he was the culmination of all evil, but there was no way she could resist… once it was inside her… the intoxicating thrill of his unbelievable shaft. She had known many men in her life, from hired help on her father's mid-western farm when she was only thirteen, to the shifty-eyed, pasty-faced gamblers who shunned the daylight in the gambling casinos of Las Vegas, but never had she met a male to equal this wicked little monstrosity's sexual stamina, or massive, satisfying organ, and even with his twisted mind and depraved perversions, she was yet to be denied her first moment of satisfaction with him carnally.