'Maybe I didn't make you come hard enough,' he says, unbuttoning his fly with a dark smirk. 'You're still full of yourself.'

His jeans are pushed down to mid-thigh and left there, one arm pins hers down as he leans forward. There is no preamble; she can probably tell by the state of him that he's edging past desperate now. He just pushes into her with an appreciative groan amd his free arm grabs her leg to hold it up so he can get deeper.

'Stop me if it hurts.'

(Dontstopme,fuck)