He wanted her in the worst way, hard and hungry...slow and pleasureable.  He didn't care he just needed her needed to have her.  As he sat up kissing her as she rode him, he started to swat her rear, but only moved his hands to stroke over her back feeling she wanted him just slowly and gentle.  There was not need for time, it was just the two of them here, enjoying one another pleasuring one another till it was time for her to go.  Till then he would make her his, enjoying her addiction to him he arched to grind into him, in between her rolling her hips over his shaft feeding him as his hands now kneed her firm rear pulling her in deeply at times as his lips never left hers except on those times she hit just the right spot and he couldn't help but to gasp at her.  He held her to him feeling her nipples etch into his chest as he concentrated to form small knots upon his shaft to stimulate her even more.  He wanted her pleasured....it was his job true enough, but for her....it was his...desire.