"What doe it matter what you call me? So long as I know you're screaming, I've done my fucking job," he said, growling playfully as he kissed her lips, biting at them and pulling lightly as his fingers teased the moistness between her legs. He could feel she was ready for it, but he loved to hear her beg, so deft fingers stroked her, playing not only with your clit, but the soft folds of her sex when he would, on occasion, let just the tips of his fingers dive in before pulling out and running their slick tips across her most sensitive flesh.