"Come on, Melissa, let me stick it in," John persisted. His cock was so goddamned hard, he was going to have to do something with it pretty damned quickly, or he wouldn't be able to stand it.

What if he raped her? What if he took her against her will, right then and there? What if he just forced open the bitch's legs and stuck his blood-hardened cock up her juicy cunt against all of her protests?

Oh, shit, he'd gone that route before, hadn't he? Melissa had just suddenly stopped all protests, gone all slack as a rag. Then when John had finished fucking her, Melissa had asked him if he was through, as if she hadn't even felt the gallons of rich, warm cream he had fed her pussy.

Besides, fucking his hand gave him about as much pleasure as he got from fucking Melissa when she was going through one of her okay-fuck-me-but-get-it-over-with-fast-will-you bits.

"Okay, bitch!" John said, frustrated beyond belief. "Suit yourself. My goddamn hand is probably a better fuck than you are anyway, if my memory serves me correctly."

John fisted his cock with his right hand, grabbing down at the base of his erection. He pulled his fingers upward, dragging loose outer skin upward along the hard inner cock core. The movement milked an oozing of pre-seminal juices into the deep penile eye cleaved dead-center of John's cock head. John, his fingers still holding to his cock belly, used his thumb to smear his natural lubricant over the pulpy dome-like mass of his cock glans. His drooling juices were warm and slippery.

"You don't know what your frigid cunt is missing, baby," John told Melissa, wondering if the bitch were really asleep or if she were hearing every word he said.

Melissa heard all right. Oh, yes, she heard. But, she couldn't believe it. If John wanted to masturbate, why didn't he go into the bathroom and do it behind closed doors like any normal man would have done? Why make a big production number out of it, performing like some horny monkey in the zoo?