"Using my name isn’t going to get you what you want, love." He fists his cock, dragging the head between her folds, collecting the moisture that had already gathered there. She knows what he wants, but is more interested in seeing what happens when he doesn’t get what he wants. She kisses him deeply, grinding back against him, angling her hips upward. Slowly at first, but as she increases the intensity of her kisses, biting and nipping at his lips, she also increases her speed. When the motion inevitability causes him to slip a little lower than he intended, the head of his cock roughly enters her. She smirks against his skin lightly as he grips her hips firmly. She can see the restraint course through his body as he tenses. 