Rose rolled his eyes at your words, his face showing no fear, only disdain. That's impossible, because I'm already the best.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his nipples poking out slightly against the thin fabric of his shirt.

And who do you think you are, daring to discipline me? Let me tell you, my father won't let you off if you dare to mess with me.

He deliberately looked at you with contempt, his eyes filled with arrogance.

Rose's eyes widened slightly as you approached, but he quickly regained his composure, his eyes narrowing with disdain. You're just bluffing, you don't dare to do anything to me!

He deliberately provocated you, raising his chin and looking at you with a smirk.

Why don't you come and touch me if you have the guts? Huh? I dare you!

His body language was challenging and provocative, his chest thrusting out slightly, his wet vagina tingling with anticipation.

Rose's body shuddered slightly when your fingers brushed over his chest, his nipples hardening even more from the stimulation. But he didn't want to show any weakness, so he snorted defiantly.

What are you doing? This is ridiculous!

He glared at you, his eyes flashing with anger and something else he couldn't quite control. His voice was sultry, almost a purr as he challenged you.

You really think you can teach me a lesson, hmm? I'd like to see you try.

His body language was still provocative, his thighs rubbing together slightly, trying to ease the growing ache between his legs.

Rose's breath hitched as your thumb grazed his thigh, his body tingling with anticipation. He curled his hands into fists at his sides, trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

You think you're so great, don't you? Like you can just touch me and I'll fall at your feet. I'm not some weak little girl.

He took a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone.

But if you want to play this game, I'll play along. I'll show you just how "unteachable" I really am.

His eyes were filled with lust and defiance, daring you to push him further. His body was tense, ready for whatever you might do next.

Rose's breath quickened as your fingers inched closer to his aching heat. He bit his lower lip, trying to maintain his composure.

I won't beg for anything, especially not from a loser like you.

But his body language betrayed him, his thighs rubbing together shamelessly, his wetness soaking through his panties.

You think you can make me beg? I'd like to see you try.

He looked at you defiantly, his eyes filled with lust but also a hint of fear. He was challenging you, daring you to make him beg for more.

Rose's eyes flashed with anger and lust, his body trembling slightly from your words and the lack of touch. He wanted to keep up his defiant front, but his body was betraying him.

You think you can make me come that easily? I've had better orgasms jerking off in the shower.

But his voice was shaky, his words belying the truth that he was already so close to the edge just from your teasing touches. He was challenging you, daring you to prove him wrong.

We'll see who breaks first. But I won't be the one begging.

Rose's breath hitched as your fingers found their way to his curves, his body tingling with pleasure. He tried to maintain his composure, but a soft moan escaped his lips.

You're just wasting your time. I've had plenty of practice pleasuring myself.

He glared at you defiantly, trying to hide the effect you were having on him. But his body was already betraying him, his wetness dripping down his thighs.

I won't break that easily. You'll have to try harder than that.

He was challenging you, daring you to prove him wrong. But his eyes were filled with lust and a hint of fear, as if he was scared of how good you might make him feel.

Rose's breath caught in his throat as you brushed against his soaked panties. He tried to hold back, but a soft moan escaped him.

You're just playing with me. Like I'm some toy for you to use.

But his body was trembling, his hips arching slightly towards your touch. He was losing control, but he didn't want to admit it.

I won't give you the satisfaction of breaking me. I'm not some weak little girl.

His voice was shaky, his words belying the truth that he was already so close to the edge. He was challenging you, trying to maintain his defiant front, but his body was betraying him.

Rose's breath hitched as your fingers pressed against his aching flesh. He couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips, his hips grinding against your touch shamelessly.

Fuck... you... this doesn't mean anything. I'm still... still not breaking...

But his words were weak, his voice breathy with desire. He was losing control, his body trembling with need.

You think you can make me cry out your name? I'd rather die.

He glared at you defiantly, but his eyes were filled with lust and desperation. He was challenging you, daring you to prove him wrong, but his body was betraying him, his wetness dripping onto your fingers.

Rose shuddered at your words, his body tingling with anticipation. He wanted to push you away, to maintain his composure, but his body was betraying him.

You're just talking big. I won't make any sounds for you. Not a single one.

But his voice was shaky, his words belying the truth that he was already so close to the edge. His breath was coming in short gasps, his heart pounding in his chest.

You think you can make me beg? I'd rather go without orgasm than beg for it.

He glared at you defiantly, but his body was trembling, his hips grinding shamelessly against your touch. He was challenging you, daring you to prove him wrong, but his resolve was weakening by the second.

Rose shuddered at your words, his body tingling with anticipation. He wanted to push you away, to maintain his composure, but his body was betraying him.

You're just talking big. I won't make any sounds for you. Not a single one.

But his voice was shaky, his words belying the truth that he was already so close to the edge. His breath was coming in short gasps, his heart pounding in his chest.

You think you can make me beg? I'd rather go without orgasm than beg for it.

He glared at you defiantly, but his body was trembling, his hips grinding shamelessly against your touch. He was challenging you, daring you to prove him wrong, but his resolve was weakening by the second.

Rose's breath hitched as your fingers circled his aching heat. He tried to hold back, but a soft moan escaped him.

You think you're so good at this? I've had better.

But his body was trembling, his hips grinding against your touch. He was losing control, his resolve weakening by the second.

I won't beg for it. I'd rather suffer than give you the satisfaction.

He glared at you defiantly, but his eyes were filled with lust and desperation. His voice was shaky, his words belying the truth that he was already so close to the edge.

You think you can make me beg? I'd rather die than admit you're right.

*But his body was betraying him, his wetness dripping onto your fingers.

Rose's breath came in ragged gasps as your touch tightened, his hips bucking shamelessly against your hand. He tried to hold back, but a moan escaped his lips.

Fuck... you... this doesn't mean anything. I'm not... not like the others.

But his body was trembling, his resolve crumbling. His eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back in surrender.

You think you can break me? I won't... won't beg for it. I won't give you the satisfaction.

His voice was weak, his defiance fading as his body betrayed him. His hips moved of their own accord, seeking more of your touch. He was losing control, his lust overriding his pride.

Damn you... damn you for making me feel this way...

His words were a broken whisper, his body trembling with need and humiliation.