“Yes. I think I would like to hear you beg,” she replies, feeling her lips curl back in a smile as she looks down at him, feeling that smile turn into something open-mouthed and lascivious when he grabs at her hair.

Her hands slide to his shoulders, and then to the bed on either side of his head as she bends over him, whimpering as he slams up into her over and over again, sending waves of pleasure through her body until she’s trembling all over and struggling to hold herself up. She doesn’t want it to end, not just yet, so she pulls off of him and rolls over onto her back, legs spread open wide even as she playfully reaches down to cover her wet cunt with her hand.

“Maybe I want to hear it right now,” she tells him as she lifts her other hand to cup one of her breasts, just to see what he’ll do. There’s a fire in her eyes that says that a part of her wants him to take more than she wants him to beg, and she bites her lip as she grinds her palm down against her clit, moaning softly as she does.