Marlowe, Marlowe, Marlowe. You were already perfect—and then you went and begged.

‘I won’t stop, baby. I said I wouldn’t,’ I rasp, looking up so I can enjoy the titillating sight of her red-flushed face and chest, her greedy little tits heaving, her stomach tensing under my hand.

I am going to bring this home, and she’s going to fucking explode, and I’m going to enjoy every single second. I use my shoulders to winch her legs even further apart. God, I love having her on her back for me. Mine to pleasure and play with. Once she’s working for me, I’ll take great pleasure in tying her up and edging her for so long that it will bring new meaning to the phrase extended lunch hour, but now is about the pitch. Now is about demonstrating with aplomb the white-hot pleasure she’ll know when she becomes my fuck toy.

And so I go for maximum sensation. I’d stick a finger up that snug little arsehole so quickly if she hadn’t specified no anal, but we’ll get there when I’ve spent longer earning her trust. Instead, I lick her as roughly as I can while I fuck her deeply, rhythmically, with my fingers. I’d add a third, but she is seriously fucking tight. I’m not sure how I’ll survive burying my dick inside this lovely little cunt. I can’t resist a low groan at the thought of it.

Her noises increase in volume. She sounds like she’s totally out of control and hanging on for dear life, and so help me God, I love it. This is what I’ve hoped for: that the sweet, elegant, polite woman I was so struck by would and could transform for me into this writhing, thrashing creature as she submits to the delights of the Sullivan Pitch.

She’s shaking. Shuddering. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh God,’ she chants over and over.

I’m going to answer every fucking prayer you’ve ever had, sweetheart.

I give her my all, laving at her impossibly swollen clit, and then she’s splintering in front of me, sobbing out her orgasm in a broken voice as her climax rips through her beautiful body.

I lick her and lick her, humming my approval, until she comes down and gives a little twitch that tells me it’s probably getting too sensitive down there. So I withdraw and instead practically launch myself at her, plastering myself to her front with my cock shamelessly jerking against her stomach and leaking its moisture over us as I kiss her through the aftermath.