Stoner, misinterpreting the girl’s exclamations, struck her raw ass with his open hand. “You’ll take my c**k and like it, b***h!” He pounded her relentlessly, his passion rising. When he came, he groaned loudly, bending at the knees. Cheryl had not reached her peak. Her body desired completion and she gasped when Stoner pulled his c**k from her p***y. Stoner, oblivious to Cheryl’s stoked desire, stumbled over to a small table where he had placed his refreshments. He took a long pull at his beer and sighed, temporarily sated.
Stoner did not perceive the passion that had been sparked in Cheryl by her forced coupling, but Jeremiah did. “These white men are so stupid,” he thought. The way to truly bind her was to fuel that unwanted, even repulsive, desire. Even a slave’s passion should be at
