Martin absolutely adored how quickly she let him in once they had connected the first time. It wasn't that he saw her as less in any way, but rather as one that was a moth to the flame with someone like him. He understood his appeal to women very well and wielded it as such. Someone like Joan was one he didn't grow tired of. She wasn't as disposable as the other 'fan girls' that came and went. They were so boring, but she was certainly something else.

As she came, he didn't let up; she would have to push him off to get him to stop. He let her milk him for every last moment, feeling her body contract and tasting her juices smear on his lips.