Her voice whips through him like a wind, and for once there's no goad there, all this crap designed to make it meaningless something Faye really thinks she believes, and all at once Dean does want to make her scream. It's the same shit he tells himself every night, but right here and now he's sick of it, he wants to feel, and by god she's going to feel it, too.
There's a fuck you there when he opens his mouth, but he says it with his hips instead, slides forward and in in in, deep into tight, wet heat. "Gonna learn how you like it," he says against her ear, pulls his hips back to thrust again, his hands tight on her hips to angle her to take him just so. "Gonna make you wish you weren't too stubborn to come back for more."
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Date: 2011-10-11 05:33 am (UTC)There's a fuck you there when he opens his mouth, but he says it with his hips instead, slides forward and in in in, deep into tight, wet heat. "Gonna learn how you like it," he says against her ear, pulls his hips back to thrust again, his hands tight on her hips to angle her to take him just so. "Gonna make you wish you weren't too stubborn to come back for more."