"Finish me!"

You command him to finish you off, but it seems like your words inspire something evil within him. Right before you finish, he pulls away and grins up at you wickedly. You grunt in frustration, shifting your hips back and forth against the top of the bed. Somehow, he pulled away mere seconds before you were going to cum, so the feeling of denial is intense. This is what you've done to him several times.

You look to him angrily as he lays down beside you. "Now you have to be nice to me, right?"