He shook his head. “Gotta feed my woman and fuck her every night.” “Do you just expect me to lounge around the house all day and do nothing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. He pulled out and slammed back into me again, forcing me to moan. “You can do whatever the fuck you want,” he growled. “You can write, draw, paint, start a business. I don’t care. If you make money, that’s your money.”
