"You are a pain in my ass, wife." Heat simmers beneath each syllable, my brutality taking over. "I should finger-fuck you until you’re right on the edge, right on the precipice of screaming my name and breaking your spine on the orgasm I’ve built up in you. And then I should leave you there. Hanging. Insane with want." I thrust harder, deeper, her cries driving me to the edge. "And then maybe you’d have something to be afraid of. Because you won’t be able to give yourself the relief I could. And then you’ll learn to be afraid of wanting me as much as I want you."
