[He kisses her back fiercely, hungrily, and doesn't stop thrusting. He needs to work through the anger and the hurt, and as long as she doesn't object this is bound to be a quick and effective way to do it. And she sure doesn't seem to be objecting, so he pushes her a little harder--
--and when he's ready to come, he pulls out and spills all over her naked stomach, panting and pressing his forearms hard up against the wall. He knows she's not satisfied with this (he'll make sure she is, repeatedly, but not just yet) and it's part of the game.]
Mine. [His voice is rough, almost a growl. He motions her to the bed (and grabs a soft towel so he can clean her up).] Can you take more?
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--and when he's ready to come, he pulls out and spills all over her naked stomach, panting and pressing his forearms hard up against the wall. He knows she's not satisfied with this (he'll make sure she is, repeatedly, but not just yet) and it's part of the game.]
Mine. [His voice is rough, almost a growl. He motions her to the bed (and grabs a soft towel so he can clean her up).] Can you take more?