He whines again, looking away on a caught breath when she rolls her hips against his belly. He can feel how wet she is but he also knows she won't make it easy for him in that moment. It's the absolute best-worst kind of torture and he's not sure how much more he can take. It's certainly incentive enough to get him going with much more zeal than before.

"Y-es, good boy. Your good boy... I want to please you, Pepper, please... I want to taste you, so badly. It's all I can think about... I dream about you every night." His hand comes up off the bed suddenly, trailing hotly down her side, covetously slipping over her breast and gripping onto her thigh. He shakes his head, trying to convey how close he is to the end of his rope. "I want it so much, I've never wanted anything so much. Please... let me make you feel good."