I was so hard, and literally on the very edge of an orgasm. I just need a very little push, which was why I began to grind into the ground without even realizing it. I didn't realize till a hand settled on my hips, pinning me in a spot.
"The fuck are you doing? Did I give you permission to do that?" He suddenly asked, then he laughed while I whimpered breathlessly into the rug, as a wave of heat completely engulfed me.
"This is only what sluts care abou. Getting themselves off, getting a bit of pressure on their useless, little cocks and that's it. They don't care about anything else in this world," he continued and I shook my head desperately, wanting to argue with him that it wasn't true, but his hardness in his pants was dragging over my ass, which made my cock glide over the rug underneath me and I gasped as a wave of pleasure came over me at once. It was so intense that I couldn't control the sounds falling past my throat.
