Well, at least he appreciated her inability to shut up. Not that Lucas had ever really minded it. But he definitely seemed to like it now. His cock was huge and being all slick with his cum definitely made it easier to take it all. She was sore and would probably be sorer tomorrow, but she really didn't care right now. Or probably would then either. She let out a giggle when he said that, which just made her tits bounce more. "Promise?" she teased. "I really want you to come again. You shriek all loud and hot and-" Okay, she was making herself shudder and get more turned on talking about how hot he sounded when he came. "Do it again, baby," she moaned.
As hot as she was in this position, he was tired of her being in control. His hands shifted, one going to her hip, the other sliding over her stomach and up her chest to her neck which he gripped. He didn't tighten his fingers enough to hurt her, but enough that she would know he was in charge as he shifted their bodies. The hand at her hip went around her waist and he pushed her back against the bed, her head hanging partially off the edge as he kissed along her shoulder. Yeah, he liked being in charge almost as much as he liked watching her ride his cock. "You shouldn't tell me what to do," he teased as his lips found her ear.
Okay, this position was different. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rolling her hips up into his. She let out another giggly laugh. "Because you don't want to come and shriek loud and fill me up with more cum?" she challenged. Yeah, so she was kind of drunk and not just from the booze. He was being all alpha-y and it was cute and kind of hot. "Fine. Don't cum. Don't pound me through the bed and make me scream and come all over your cock."
His fingers tightened a little on her throat and he nipped her earlobe, giving it a tug. "I fully intend to pound you through the bed," he told her. "And I fully intend to fill you up until you're dripping even more than you are now," he added, tongue teasing over the shell of her ear. "But not yet. I want you writhing first," he smirked, rocking his hips against hers, slowly to keep himself from going off sooner than he intended.
Shy let out another crackly laugh, shuddering as he teased her earlobe. She dug her nails into the back of his neck, shoving her hips up against his. "How much more writhing do you want, baby?" she panted. "You want me to beg?" That could be kind of hot. She crowed again getting lightheaded and silly from the blood rushing to her head from the awkward position. "Sorry, Luc. My head's getting all floaty." It was hard to breathe too, because of where his hand was.
His fingers slid around to the back of her neck, pulling her head back up so he could kiss her, nipping at her lower lip through a soft groan. "You begging for me to come would be pretty fucking hot actually," he told her, stilling his hips as he paid more attention to her mouth, to the kisses and the taste of her lips with the hint of liquor still on them. "I love it when you giggle, you know," he whispered against her mouth as he hooked his arm around her waist again and turned them, laying her head against the pillow and rolling his hips against hers. "Especially when I'm inside you. Makes that tight little cunt clench."