Page 48 of Duplicity

I know how she feels.

I was planning on fucking her like this, but given I took her from behind the other day, I’d like to see her face this time. I’d like to see how she looks post-orgasm, how she reacts to my cock driving into her over and over. So I straighten her up and turn her. She’s every bit as pliant and floppy as I expected: face flushed, eyes glazed to the point of looking drugged.

‘Stay there,’ I say, settling her against the wall so I can make quick work of rolling on a condom. As soon as it’s on, I close the gap between us, finding her under the water and lifting her easily into my arms. ‘Hold on tight, love.’

She wraps her long limbs around me, her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips. Our faces are so close now, and it strikes me that I haven’t actually kissed her this week, an oversight I need to rectify straight away. I push my body up against hers, my rock-hard cock jerking against herpussy, and I indulge in a filthy, heated kiss, our lips sliding wetly against each other’s, my tongue fucking her mouth, my body enjoying the welcome weight of her weary, post-orgasm limbs draped over me.

I may have beaten her on the court just now, but she’s proven herself a surprisingly worthy adversary, a well-matched partner.

Now it’s time to remind her how good it feels when I’m putting her to work off the court, too.

Without releasing her from the kiss, I reach between us and direct my dick straight at the soaking softness of her cunt. ‘Tell me if you’re still sore,’ I mutter into her mouth, and she shakes her head.

‘I’m not. I want it.’

‘That’s my very good girl,’ I sigh. ‘Sink down on it.Fuuuck, just like that.’

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.’

‘Oh, God,’ she moans. She sounds utterly defeated, and I know why, because her inner walls are fluttering around my cock, just as her eyelashes are fluttering against her wet cheeks, and my only mission is to take her over the edge into a place where nothing else exists for her but this shower and my dick.

I fuck her harder, and my legs shake harder, and my own orgasm builds and builds.

She shatters around me, fuckingshatters,her head falling forward so she can bite down on my shoulder and scream out her climax, and she’s a sight, she’s such a fucking sight to behold that I let rip, freeing myself up to follow her over the edge, to yield to that incredible heat ripping through my balls and up my dick until I’m rutting and rutting and rutting deep within her body.

And, as I come, it’s with her teeth on my skin and her screams in my ear and the extraordinary feeling of intensity, ofintimacy, this watery cocoon simulates.

CHAPTER 24

Marlowe

Iwon’t see Tabby before she goes to bed tonight, because this evening I have drinks with the infamous seraphim. There’s something so depressing about knowing that when I sneak into her room later to inhale her skin and kiss her cheek, she’ll be totally oblivious. But Athena says these drinks are important, that in the unique isolation of a role like this, you need your tribe around you. You need women who know exactly what you’re going through.

And tonight is my chance to build those relationships. Aside from Athena and her friend Sophia, whose brainwave this was in the first place, I don’t know anyone.

Besides, I’ve survived my first week of being Brendan’s seraph, so I’m pretty sure I deserve a very large drink.

I’ve purposely worn one of my most gorgeous new dresses today: a sleek pale grey Miu Miu shift with an embellished neckline. Elaine commented on how beautiful it was earlier. She said it genuinely, but I could hear the unasked question in her voice—exactly how much is he paying you?—and I couldn’t really blame her. Anyway, I hope it’s worthy of the seraphim. I imagine them all to be total glamazons who actually live thiscrazy, opulent lifestyle rather than just pretending to live it during office hours.

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