you say money isnt everything
He's pretty sure he can't breath at one point but it's fine because she finally lets him go after a moment. He sits up, rocking back onto his heels as he looks down at her. There is a moment where he thinks. He should leave. He's done what he came here to do. But then again. This was a two part thing. He's gotta do what she wants to do. 'Maybe I want you to fuck me the way you want to.'The thought makes him shudder slightly as he crawls over her. He's only doing what she asked him to do. He's not doing this because he wants it. Even if his body is betraying what he's trying to make himself think. No, he's just doing this because she asked.
He's still fully dressed but that doesn't stop him from pressing against her as he buries his face into her neck. "Do you want more?" He rolls his hips against her's, making sure she can feel him. "Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice is low as he starts to move against her, licking and biting at the pale column of her neck.
She's a whore and he's a paying customer. This is how this is supposed to go, right? Everything before was just foreplay. A weird act of fetish to make him feel better about himself. He doesn't really care about her. She's something to be used for his pleasure. And yet..
but i'd like to see you live without it
LOCKE
