I don’t know why the fantasy of fucking an inexperienced woman does it for me so consistently. It’s not like I cross paths with many of them, to be honest. And it makes me feel like a bit of a dick. I know how patriarchal, how revoltingly passé, it is to judge women on different standards from those we men use on ourselves, but I’m not judging.

I’m just expressing a preference.

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 on one 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’m very good 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.’