[he can tell she's desperate to hurt him somehow with those nails dragging into his scalp, forcing him into her, over her. people talk about greed as if it's a bad thing. not him. not when his mouth is full of her and his tongue slurps her up with obscene sounds.

she's all talk, rocking into him until his hand is quick to press upon her belly to hold her still. up for air and nothing else, lips wet with saliva and her arousal dripping down his chin. the room is dark, but his cheeks are prominently pink from the friction, eyes half lidded as he looks at her. he's getting off as much as she is.]

You wanna think about that? How I get girls off? [he spits where his mouth once was, watches as it dribbles down her clit and reaches his hand. he fucks into her roughly, buries deep and curves up to press against her g-spot with deadly precision.] I like eatin'. I like how pussy tastes and how wet you all get. You like it too, don't ya?

[whether he's caught her fantasy or he's talking about how wet she is unclear. saber talks to talk, throws in tidbits to see what takes. aggressive in how he holds her down to prevent her from setting the pace, fingers buried and motioning inside her like a taunt.]

You'll hurt when I want you to hurt.

[and he does devote himself to her again, biting at the skin where thigh meets hip, tonguing across space until his mouth is around her sensitive flesh.]