[ he huffs out, amused, his hand sliding further down her leg to prop her knee up so he can get a bit deeper of an angle. he starts to set up a proper pace now, not as deep but moving faster, rocking in and out of her, imagining at this point she's adjusted more to the barbs so it's not purely uncomfortable.

he tilts his head back with the yank, the smug look not leaving his face. ]

Why not? Shouldn't I be enjoying myself?