"Mmm...Fucking slut..." He murmurs as she surrenders, ignoring how he's had to intoxicate and pressure Cara into getting this face. He keeps hold of her hair but lets her bob her head and uses the other hand to move his cock about, rubbing it over her tongue. "You're made for fucking."

His hold on her hair doesn't push her in or out, but it does keep her from pulling away enough to speak. She's not going to be allowed to argue with him until much later, it seems.