Catrina sat up on top of Akira, her hip gyrating on his hard cock. A smile crept to her face at his tone. He was getting angry and she knew it.<br/><br/>She pulled her hand up to her neck and held it in place for a while until the pain died down slightly. Wiping her own blood down her chest, she continued to tease him as she rotated her hips. Her breathing was becoming harsher and she didn't know whether it was from the tension in her core or from the bite.<br/><br/>Her hands rested in the middle of his chest right above his sternum, and then pressing down hard she lifted her self slowly and then sat back down creating an up and down motion on top of him. Her wet pussy rubbed up against his shaft as she did so, her own wet juices trickling down her thighs. She started to go faster, her breasts bouncing up and down as beads of sweat began to form on her warm skin.<br/><br/>"Now Akira," she said suddenly stopping. Leaning forward so that her breasts were on his neck, she pushed his head back with both hands so he couldn't move. Her lips touched his ear, "Bad boys don't get anything. So be a good boy, ok dear?"<br/><br/>Pushing his face to the side, her tongue slid from his jaw to his temple leaving a trickle of saliva on his face. She moaned as she pushed her hips down on him one last time, and then swung her legs over the bed. Her feet hit the hardwood floor, and without even bothering to gather her clothes, she walked towards the door. Catrina's hips swayed as she walked and she could feel his eyes on her buttocks. Turning around slowly she gave Akira a wink and smacked her lips into a kiss in the air towards his direction. "Good night," she said lowly before turning around and walking out of the room.