[he sees her putting on a performance for him that he knows will get interrupted. her girlishness trying to fit into a box to please him when all he wants to see is how much he can break it. smiling when she begins to falter and her breath gets all caught in her throat, licking his lips in anticipation when she takes her shirt off.]

There she is. You naughty girl-

[the way she talks immediately tells him how she wants him. dirty talk spills from his lips as easily as his fingers dig into her breast for a rough squeeze. reaching up to cup her face, thumb pressing into her mouth to force her to open for him, he applies pressure to her tongue. he keeps her there, thumb in her mouth to bite or suck on and fingers teasing through shorts. he'll ruin them before he strips her, hooking his fingers over the waistband to tear them off.

dragging his thumb over her lips when he's finished, saliva over her soft skin as he caresses her face. a gentle beginning of tracing his palm against her cheek before striking her with a precise amount of force.]

That what you want? Hm? [once more, another deliberate strike.] Good.

[the sting he leaves her with is one he soothes over with a distraction - a finger gliding over her exposed sex, slipping in and out of her with noises that make him groan. so wet and tight and warm, dripping down to the sheets already.

without warning he snatches her face up with his hand again, grasping around her mouth as he leans forward to kiss her. she wants rough, he doesn't know what she can take. he bites and licks over her lips messy-like, and when teeth click together it's like he wants them to. he gives the same energy to her exposed skin when he works his way down. from her jaw to her neck to her chest as he fucks into her, another digit sliding inside. when his tongue laves along a nipple he looks up at her, hungry.]

I'm not fucking you tonight, [teeth bite into skin, leaving little marks until he gets between her legs.] I'm making you come 'til you pass out.