“Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Please. Please.” I drew out of her and reentered again, slowly, pacing myself so she would be ready to withstand my blows. I knew Carmen now. Understood what she liked and how she wanted to be handled. Her pleas for mercy would only last so long, then that wanton spirit would return, and she would demand I murder her. Another long, dragging stroke. A smack on the ass. Another lunging thrust and… “Fuck me crazy,” she purred. There she was.
