“You bastard, you're hurting me.” She cursed, 

 

 Arching his brow in question, he leaned his weight on one hand while his finger slid against her wet folds, circling her clit in slow motions.

 

 

 “Oh really? Is that why you're not even wet in the slightest? Like a fucking dry well.” He uttered, sarcasm dripping in his tone as he watched her face contort in pleasure.

 

 

 “Don't shove your dick in there without a condom because I won't get knocked up for a criminal.” She spat, and he withdrew his finger from her folds, a disappointed hiss escaping her lips at his motion.

 

 

 When she realized it, she screwed her eyes...