"You should be saying please," he countered, his voice lower and huskier with pleasure. "I know how much you love my cock." Really, that's all she truly wanted wasn't it? He could give her fancy gifts and dinners and it didn't have quite the same impact on her as sex did. It worked out for him, he had a sex drive that wouldn't quit and she knew what he liked. Now was a perfect example of that, the way she took him without too much teasing- he definitely appreciate that as he wasn't the kind of guy who liked to be kept waiting.

He thickened and grew long in her throat, quick to harden as ever as he wasn't the sort to hesitate. That mouth of hers was hot, wet, and all he needed to get there while he rocked up into the delicious suction. "That's it, suck it, suck it you gorgeous whore..." he whispered in French, exercising his near-mastery of the sexy language. One arm relaxed over the back of the train seat, the other slowly threaded his fingers through her hair, petting her in almost an idle fashion.