Page 27 of Duplicity

And that preference is having a lithe little stunner like Marlowe laid out below me, staring at me like I’m a conquering Viking and she’s the spoils of my raid. Like she already knows she’ll never be the same again after I’ve filled her up with my monster dick.

She has no fucking clue what a turn-on it is for me—but she’s about to find out.

Arranging myself on top of her brings even more clearly home the contrast between my brutish build and her fragility. Going with missionary feels sexist and reductionist and lazily entitled, and all of that has my heart racing. I brace myself onone elbow and take a visual sweep down her body before locating my cock with my hand and positioning it at her entrance.

Beneath me, her beautiful brown eyes widen and she stiffens, her sated laxness ebbing away before me.

‘Can you come like this?’

Her expression brightens for a moment into something approaching that put-on peppiness I hate in the women who try to ensnare me, before lapsing into uncertainty. ‘Not usually,’ she says, screwing up her face like she knows it’s not the done thing to admit it. ‘But that was a truly excellent orgasm just now.’

It’s as if she’s forcing her own embarrassment to take a back seat so she can pat me on the back, placate me like I’m a tyrant of a toddler who may throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get his way. But that’s okay.

I smirk as I reach behind her for a scatter cushion and wedge it under her arse to improve her position. ‘People have underestimated me my entire life, love. Luckily for you, my absolute favourite thing is proving them wrong.’

‘Oh God, no, it’s not you,’ she babbles. ‘It’s me, I just—clearly you’re very good at what you?—’

She breaks off with a strangled sound as I notch my crown into her plush little pussy.

‘I’mverygood at what I do,’ I pant out. My dick is on fire and my head is reeling. ‘Just try to relax, love, so I can get in there and show you.’

I’m not a huge fan of kissing while fucking. I enjoy both acts immensely, but together they feel… unwise. I need her to loosen up, though, so I dip my mouth to hers and give her a leisurely, dirty fucking with my tongue. I wish I’d tied her up, but it’s still indecently hot to have her splayed out below me as I kiss her and roll my hips over and over, edging into a glove so tight it will be a miracle if I don’t disgrace myself after all my big talk.

Inch by inch, I work my way in, her internal muscles squeezing me all the way. I’m sweating like a pig with the effort of holding off on throwing her wellbeing to the wind and ramming the fuck home.

But then I’m in, and I practically weep at the relief of it. My slutty kiss swallows up Marlowe’s surprised little noise as I bottom out in her.

We are fuckingon.

My dilemma is this. I want to talk dirty to her—I have a feeling it’ll speed up whatever orgasm she is intent onnothaving. But I’m fully aware it’ll speed mine up too if I let rip the stream of filth I want to pour into her ear.

Unfortunately for me, withstanding impulses is not my strong point, especially not at this time of day andespeciallynot when I’m buried balls deep inside the vice-like cunt of a delightfully skittish woman hell-bent on refusing to entertain the likelihood of me and my big dick coaxing another orgasm out of her.

Never mindcoaxing. I’m going toramit out of her, and I’ll enjoy every moment of those huge eyes going from dubious to glazed to molten.

‘Next time we do this, I’ll be bending you over my desk,’ I rasp in her ear. Fuck, that’s a white-hot visual. I drag my dick out of her body and push back in slowly, both to torment us and because I’m not sure she’s fully acclimatised to my size yet. When I bottom out, I roll my hips, loving the feeling of being so tightly held.

‘You’ll be in the middle of something, and I’ll call you into my office when I’m on a really boring call and make you hike up your skirt. I’ll play with you for a bit to get you wet, but you’ll have to stay perfectly still like a very good girl.’

She makes a noise in the back of her throat, and I turn my head to see her. ‘Do you like the sound of that?’ I ask.

‘Yes.’ It’s little more than a whisper.

I increase my pace, and she curses under her breath. ‘What do you like about it, baby?’

She closes her eyes and turns her head away from me.

‘Marlowe. This is what I want, remember? I want to know what gets you off. You told me you don’t know but I think you do.’

She’s silent for a moment. Unfortunately for her, I have no compunction about weaponising my dick, so I pull out and slam in, harder than I have so far. Jeeeeeeesus, that’s good.

The impact has her eyes flying open. ‘Well? What do you like about that scenario?’ For good measure, I dip my head to pull a pretty pink nipple into my mouth and suck hard. It has the advantage of removing what she might deem excessive eye contact, too.

‘Oh, God,’ she stutters.

‘I’m waiting,’ I say with my mouth full.

‘Um. I want you to give me orders like that.’

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