pissing her off until she says she hates me so i can flip her around and press her against the nearest wall and tell her to say it again. watching her stutter for a second before saying it again, refusing to back down from just a little manhandling. kicking her legs apart with my foot and dipping my hand under her waistband and laughing under my breath at the realization that she's already wet for me.
telling her to say it again, to say she hates me. sliding two fingers inside of her as she begins to speak, listening to her try to stop her words from morphing into a moan. taunting that she might want to try that again, to say it like she means it this time, while curling my fingers just a little more. thrusting deeper every time she says it, cooing disapprovingly as her tone starts to betray how affected she is.
wrapping my hand around her throat and resting her head back against my shoulder as i whisper into her ear. yeah? you hate me, baby? you sure? is that why you're dripping onto my hand? well keep talking, pretty girl. keep telling me how much you hate me. you know, for someone who hates me, you seem seem pretty eager to cum for me.
god, she loves the fight. and god i love winning.
