Hunger made a man different...perhaps it might make him ravenous and cruel, too. He might grip her hair and pull her in for kisses that left her breathless. He might slap and pinch, might take control of her body. He might use that grip to make her head bob on his cock until she gagged and begged for a chance to take breath. She would love his taste, would swallow it down eagerly. Would let him between her legs to lick and make her gasp and tremble. She savored every moan and gasp she’d wrung from him so far. And there was still so much to experience.