Yes

“I enjoy breaking in a new boi-pussy,” he commented, seemingly to himself, then added, “You are such a good slut for me.”

Changing up his pace, instead of holding you still and thrusting into you, using his grip on your waist, he starts to move you along his rod. The added motion draws your attention back to your hard dick and balls, now undulating below you.

Your attention is just as quickly drawn away from your forgotten appendages. With the increase in speed of him both thrusting into you and him pulling you back onto his man-meat, the feeling in your loins is increasing. It’s building and you need to feel a release, it’s growing and you’re growing increasingly ****. You’ve never felt anything like it before, you need him deeper, faster, harder. It felt like your were approaching an edge you were **** to throw yourself off of.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asks.

Huh? You’re confused. There’s no way he can’t tell. You need that edge, enjoying yourself has nothing to do with it. It’s just pure need, you need his cock harder, faster, deeper because your need to get over that edge.

“I asked you a question, slut,” he sounds disappointed, “are you enjoying this?”