I kept thrusting hard and deep, grinding against her clit with every stroke, but deliberately holding back from giving her exactly what she needed. "Not yet, you greedy slut. I want to hear you beg more. Tell me how much better I am than your husband. Tell me whose cock this pussy really belongs to."
Carrie's eyes were glassy with desperation, her body trembling beneath me. "Yours… it belongs to you… my husband can't make me cum like this, he's too old, too small… your cock is so much bigger, so much better, please, Evan, let me cum… I'm your slut… I'm your married whore… please make me cum on your cock…"
I smiled darkly and finally gave her what she needed. I started fucking her with long, brutal strokes, slamming into her soaked cunt over and over. The wet slapping sounds grew louder as I pounded her without mercy.
"That's it," I said. "Cum for me, you married slut. Cum on the cock that actually satisfies you. Show me how much you need it."
"Evan… fuck, Evan… oh…"
