Whore!

The girl’s trembling mouth pops open so she might blurt out in slight pain and surprise, “Whore!” Then she’s cursing herself for it, nose wrinkling and mouth pulling tight into a scowl. Even as she’s prepared to condemn herself for it, he rewards her by slipping his hand inside of her panties via the side. “I kinda figured you for the whore.” He tells her more quietly, raw desire impregnating every ounce of his words.

With that same middle finger, he guides it briskly back and forth over the small hump of her pussy lips, a motion that causes her to whine and put a bit of an arch in her back. “See?” he tells her as her antics only tend to make that honey ass of hers present further to the cock still trapped in his pants. “Whores don’t care where they get dicked as long as its fat enough to make her squeal.” His finger pushes again, this time nestling between her greased cuntlips and slipping further in until its found an engorged clit. Firm pressure and a painstakingly slow, rolling tease of his fingers has her breathing heavier with her cheek there pressed against the brick wall.

It also seems to incite her anger. There is a big difference between having a bit of fun and being total putty in his hands. The man is proving more addicting to her then anything one could buy on the streets. “Fuck you.” She hisses at him in that instant hostility she’s so good at producing. As if sensing she’s preparing to figh from the tensing of her muscles, he quickly crooks the digit slopping around in the pussy oil and tries to fishhook the girl. He leans forward more heavily, using his shoulders to help pin her so his free hand can start yanking at his own belt, zipper, and button. “Yeah yeah, fuck me. I plan on making you.” He tells her, his own husky breaths increasing. “You spend all damn week being a god damn /bitch/ to me and now I’m gonna show you what happens to foul mouthed cocksuckers that wanna be a tease.”

It sounds like he means business, but then anyone could talk a good game and never deliver. If that were the case in this instance, it just wouldn't do her lil kink any justice. Besides, he's typically so careful with her, always taking his time and enjoying her thoroughly as if to hurry might cause those long nights in their bed end abruptly.

So the fight is on, the woman using the wall infront of her as a means to push back against him and earn some wiggle room. As if it's not hard enough to try and get his prick out of his pants with just one hand, but now she's thrashing around in an attempt to get free. "Quit fucking moving." he growls at her just before she feels the tension lessen for a moment when his guard is down. That's when she throws her weight to the side and finds herself stumbling several steps. Free, and now he's cursing her escape. Come to think of it, he really does sound upset...