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 fucking on.

My dilemma is this. I want to talk dirty to her—I have a feeling it’ll speed up whatever orgasm she is intent on not having. 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 and especially not 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 mind coaxing. I’m going to ram it 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.