He liked to feel her gag, the spasms of her choking around him, around the head of his member, adding another powerful air of delight to this game. He liked to force her, to use her, he wanted to slam into her and never stop, feel her lips bruise and her body spasm around him...he forced those thoughts down, though, she was trying to be a good girl for him, it would be cruel. That all of this was cruel did not occur to Michael, that she was on her knees in front of him and he was shoving himself into her did not bother him. This was what they had to learn...<br/><br/>When she managed to get him to slow down, he moaned as she worked on him, somewhat surprised at her level of skill. He moved his hips in a slow, urgent fashion, never letting her breathe or pull away from him, but enjoying how she caressed him, the way her lips and tongue moved. He enjoyed watching her too, her mouth filled with him, her desperate attempts to breathe around him. He kept his hand tangled in her hair, enjoying some control of her movements that way, but otherwise let her work him until he was slick and sliding, occasionally shoving despite his best efforts, wanting more.<br/><br/>When he felt himself hit that edge, he stepped back, shoving her away with a touch of harshness. He wasn't ready to finish yet, he stepped back to regain his control and looked down at her and smiled a little. "That was...lovely," his voice was even softer, with a husky needy edge of hunger. He wanted more from her and he would have it yet.