Just as Petricia felt herself spiraling into the blissful void of a second climax, Mike suddenly slowed. He didn't pull out, but he ceased the punishing rhythm, hovering at the very edge of her sensation.
He kept his massive cock buried deep within her, pulsing against her walls, but he stopped the thrusting, leaving her suspended in a state of agonizing, exquisite tension.
"E-ehh...? W-why did you stop...?" Petricia looked worried. "Please don't stop and slow down... fuck me hard... I love it..."
"Did I do something wrong that upset you, Mike...?"
"Not yet," Mike commanded, his voice a low, territorial growl.
He looked down at her, his eyes burning with a sadistic sort of pleasure. "I want to hear you beg for it."
"I want to hear you tell me exactly why this is better than anything that pathetic man ever gave you."
