She’s doing exactly as I’ve asked, bearing down on me inch by inch, wriggling a little in my arms to aid herself. I use both hands to support her arse and lean my forehead against hers as she pants her way through this part.

I’m in, and it’s a fucking miracle. We stay like this for a moment, me sheathed in her, her breaths soft against my face, her beautiful little tits brushing against my chest, her arms and legs so tight around me.

This is a very, very good position.

I pull back a little so I can watch her face as I fuck her, deep and slow. Her fingers claw at my hair, grip it hard. Her face is so expressive, the impact of every thrust shimmering across it in what looks like awe and need. She’s not the only one in awe. I push her up harder against the tiles, hoping the smooth limestone won’t hurt her too much, and I let her have it, because my new goal in life is to have her face play out every single sensation she feels as my dick impales her.

There’s nowhere for her to hide like this, and I don’t want her to hide. I want her stripped back and exposed for me; I want her to give me every last vestige of strength she has left in her. I want to fuck her so thoroughly that I turn her inside out… and I want a front-row seat to the entire blessed show.

I grit my teeth and ignore the screams from my already worn-out thighs, and I focus on fucking Marlowe with a rhythm so even, so deep, that it’ll unravel her like a ball of yarn. And my efforts are rewarded with breathy little whimpers, with her hand twisting in my hair and her legs tightening around my waist and her huge brown eyes going even wider as she attempts to ride this one out.

‘Come for me, my filthy girl,’ I growl. ‘You looked so fucking innocent on the court, but you need my dick so badly, don’t you? Hmm?’

‘Yes,’ she manages, letting her head fall back against the tiles, her eyes drifting closed as she grips me tighter.

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes, I need your dick.’ She squeezes her eyes even more tightly closed, as if embarrassed, and I experience the most shameful wave of utter delight that she’s still bashful about this shit. God knows, fucking the embarrassment out of her will be no hardship at all.

‘Yes you do. Feel how deep I am, baby. Feel what it’s doing to you.’