Michael complied with her request, pounding away harder and harder, actually bruising his pelvis in the process, to say nothing of what he was probably doing to hers. He had no intention of being gentle, and he made that known when be bit down on her breast. He felt his own orgasm oncoming, and he was determined that she wouldn't last as long as he did. So he did the only thing he could think of doing to prolong it. Dirty talk.<br/><br/>"Who's the King, Tease?" he growled out as he took another nibble. "Who's the King of the Fuck?"<br/><br/>Lame as it was, with a bumped head and trying to please a woman, it was probably the best he could come up with. Hopefully she was too into it to do much but agree.