Cambridge Storybooks 1 Four Scary Monsters

Perhaps she touched the legs of the man seated like a king before her? "Say it, bitch!" (Did he bend forward, perhaps twine his fingers in her hair? Did he perhaps jerk up her head so that her strained face was upturned, her eyes looking into his, the skin of her face pulled tight by his hand in her hair?) "I will swallow your big… cock up my… my back." "Your mouth is mine." "My mouth is sours." "Your tits are mine." (I gripped my own so-soft but so-firm breasts tightly, holding them to me. Mine, mine, not yours, mine!) "My tits are yours." (The merest pause before the word "tits".) (I know that is spelled "teats", but that is not the way they were pronouncing it.) "Your ass is mine." "My ass is yours." (Again, the hesitations before the crude word. Her naked body must have been quivering… wait, how did I know she was naked?… I knew. Her eyes, I was sure, were lost in his.) "Your cunt is mine… if I want it." Oh God, that foul little word… and the slighting addition of those last four words! Monster! Villain! "My… cunt… is yours, when you want." CRACK! The sound of a slap ...»