She tried to continue her verbal assault, but the words were being swallowed by the sheer, primal force of her pleasure. Every time Rex hit her deep, her voice would dissolve into a high pitched, frantic wail.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"He's nothing... compared to... to the way you... FUCK!... the way you tear me apart!" she shrieked, her head tossing wildly.
The trash talk became a chaotic, beautiful slurry of insults and ecstasy. "A scholar... a fool... a man who... who doesn't know... OH GOD, REX!... how to truly... OWN a woman!"
The pace became frantic, a blurring of muscle and sweat. Rex was no longer just pounding; he was hammering, his thrusts becoming short, staccato bursts of pure, violent power that left no room for air.
He was driving her toward a precipice, pushing her past the point of sanity.
