She was as insistent on his discretion as was appropriate. It made her more fun to play with, but it also frustrated Keida. He was heavily influenced by his own rampant lust, and it was affecting his cunning. Wasn't his charm that he was more parts animal than other males she knew? She felt wonderful, stretched around him, ass in the air. Valiantly she tried to keep up the conversation, but made the best of acknowledgements when his teeth pinched her skin. Cain would be left with an earful before the communication was killed by Haley's quick thumb.<br/><br/>She was angry, and he gasped when she pulled herself off his burning member. He leaned back, length still swaying with her juices coating it when she tried to move away, and tried to lash him with her judgement. The yellow eyes were bright then, with the madness that comes with a desire that burns too bright. "It was easy. You always make it too easy." he said with a shrug and let her get to the edge of the bed before he grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him again, on her back this time.<br/><br/>"Now you're going to stay with me, right?" he asked as he grabbed her other ankle too, and folded her legs over her, until her feet were over her head. There was very little Haley could do now, even with her arms and hands free. Keida placed his cock to kiss her soaking folds, that were presented to him by her naturally lifted hips in this new position. "Let me make you feel good." he suggested as he started lowering himself, gradually filling her body up again. "You're mistaking me for some kind of whore, you know." he pointed out as he again touched the end of her tunnel. This was a good entanglement to reach deep. "I can't bring people over if you see them, and I can't follow them out. I can't even get off if you get a fucking phone call." His thrusts were emphasizing his words.<br/><br/>"You're the worst friend to me, Haley, and you're the worst girlfriend, too." he hissed between his teeth as he built the rhythm. If there was any kind of masochist in her, it would recognize the dull hurt in her heart as something delicious, mingling with hot of her sex. And if not, she owed him at least that much of an outlet.