Joel did not bother to stoke her fire further. He would do that thoroughly enough with the coming... experience. Her squirming only served to solidify his desires, her ass moving his pants enough for his member to flop out completely and onto it. With a few strokes from his free hand, he was ready. But the situation did not play out the way that he had thought it would. One more act of defiance from her became an act of acceptance, as just as he had brushed his cock past her luscious ass, she had bucked, shoving his member into her. Joel was better endowed than some men, but he was no freak of nature. He had slid in with the only problem coming from lack of 'natural lubrication'. It was not a tight fit, but it was perhaps a step or two past a comfortable one during normal circumstances. Joel leaned forward, putting his hand firmly on the back of her head to keep it to the ground, his face close enough to her ear that she could almost feel his lips moving as he whispered to her. "And let's hope your arrogance causes more pleasurable 'accidents'." And with that, Joel shoved himself further in until he was as far as he could go.<br/><br/>Joel leaned back from her ear, but his hand did not leave her head. Instead, he pulled out slowly until he was about two thirds of the way out before viciously shoving himself all the way back in. It was not sex, nor was it a fuck. It was a pounding, plain and simple. It was not gentle, it was not arousingly rough. It was him simply using her for his own pleasure. If she gained anything from it, then it would be on her. He was using her as an aid and not a person. Joel's pace picked up as his cock worked to adjust her insides to accommodate it properly. But it was not until she began to participate did anything else changed. Her first ineffective thrust nearly went unnoticed, brushed off as nothing more than her attempting to fight him once more. But when the second and the third came, Joel's face cracked into an unnerving, malevolent grin. "It seems the stories of assassins raised in brothels has some credence," Joel said, taunting her.<br/><br/>Joel's pace slowed at this, his cock pulling out further until it threatened to slip out. His place on her thighs was changed, sliding back until he was over her calves. The hand on her arm bindings picked up, raising her to her knees and subsequently shoving his cock back into her depths due to the repositioning. The hand on her head gripped a handful of those black locks and yanked back, raising her upper body up until her back began to arch from the conflicting points of pressure. From this new position, Joel continued his usage of her, this time his cock reaching even further until there was simply nowhere else for it to go within her. He timed his thrusts with her own, ensuring that his cock slammed against her inner wall time and time again with each one. Her vocalizations, now unrestricted, served only to stoke his drive, as his pace went from a proper rhythm into a semi-erratic state as he pounded her faster and faster.