The pleasure was building, but not enough. Trouble could tell he was slowing and she couldn't stop the frustrated growl that escaped her lips as she glared at him. "You are such a fucking tease, bastard."
Trouble tried to force him to move to do anything, but when he stilled, it was too much. She moved away, letting his fingers slide out of her before she pounced onto him, knocking him back onto the floor and crushing her lips against his while her hand found his cock once again to stroke.
"Maybe I should tease you now until you're too frustrated."