I think that was what terrified her the most. After all those years of taking her abuse, I could reduce her to begging for my c**k if I wanted to. I gave her a thin smile and watched her shake her head nervously once again.
"Don't worry, Becky," I murmured. "I'm not going to be cruel to you. I've never taken pleasure in it the way you have. But don't you ever f*****g call me a 'little faggot' again. Got it?"
I had slammed my d**k into her when I said "ever" and she shook all over as she stared up at me and nodded.
"Good," I murmured.
Then I leaned down and gave her a long, sensuous kiss on the mouth. It was the kind of kiss I had mastered while I was dating Christy, before we'd ever had s*x. At the end, I gave her lower lip a soft bite before leaning back. We both looked down as my wet
