"Strike three...." He murmurs, twisting and tweaking her nipples in the opposite direction. "...you're a terrible liar." He states, loving every moan he drew from her body. And he loved the way she called him sir.<br/><br/>He felt her hips shift, opening herself up to him once more. He thrust into her then, slowly - just a few inches. Then again, and again. But while he only withdrew a small amount, each thrust was hard and jarring, his pelvis slapping against her ass.<br/><br/>"You sure you don't like that? I could always stop, have you watch as I fuck  some other girl. Maybe have you clean up after I cream inside of her." He thrust into her again, and then held himself there.<br/><br/>"You want me to fuck you like a good little slut that you are?" He hisses into her, sliding a hand up to squeeze her neck. "Beg...beg me to fuck you."