Contract Marriage st Chapter 114. Teaching and learning dirty talk

Chapter 114: 114. Teaching and learning dirty talk.

As expected, once we got into that mood, one round is never enough for Duke.

I wouldn’t put all the bla on Duke though, I’m never satisfied doing it just once. There’s sothing about making love to Duke that just sets my entire body afire. I always want more.

The tub was just the starting point, now I’m standing in front of an open window completely naked, with my hands pressed against the glass, my legs spread apart. Duke’s hands are on my hips and his mber is ramming into

like there is no tomorrow.

"M_my knees," I stutter in between moans, "I can’t stand much longer."

He was the one who put

in this position. I could not even refuse because before I could bring to his notice that we were both naked in front of an open window, his mber was already slamming into

from behind and I could no longer find the right words to resist him.

"Hold on." In situations like this, when he gives such a command, my entire body reacts in a manner that surrenders totally to him. My legs instantly try to stand firr and just hold on as he has commanded

to while still trying to not enjoy the mont too much.

I can feel it building up inside , a thrust, another strong thrust... and another and "Ahhh," I lazily lean closer to the glass, resting my face and bare breasts there while breathing.

At this point I know I’m no longer standing on my own, he’s the one holding my legs in place. I feel him stiffen behind

and then a familiar warmth fills up my inside as his arms wrap around my stomach. He presses his chest to my back and rests his head on my shoulder.

"Too much." I say.

For people who just ca out of the bathroom, we are sweating, sticky and the room is filled with the sll of the heat radiating from our body mixed with the sll of the fluids produced by our body. We don’t look like people who just had a bath.

"Maybe I should go easy on you next ti." He says and places a kiss on my shoulder.

"No." I turn around in his arms and wrap my hands around his neck. "I like too much." I say and take his lips again.

And this is how I always end up instigating another round. By this kiss I always crave for. Because after this kiss, I can’t stop the rest of my body from wanting him again.

"I thought you said your legs were tired." He says as we break the kiss to drag in so air.

"Then take

to bed. M_my legs won’t be too tired if we do it on the bed." I stutter a little, I suck in so air and try to be more bold, "Besides, it is my duty to attend to my Grand Duke till he is satisfied." I say, "And from where I’m standing," I press my stomach closer to him, leaning on the hardness at his crotch, "My Grand Duke isn’t satisfied."

The way his eyes close and the bottom of his lips disappear into his teeth just excites

a little too much.

"You are the worst drug a person could get addicted to, you know that." He says and lifts

from the ground.

"I didn’t, but it’s nice to know." I say.

In less than a minute, I’m laying partly on my side, Duke is behind

with his mber buried inside

from the side.

This is the first ti we’re taking this position and dear , with him holding one of my legs up and entering from the side, it hits completely differently, I might die.

The crazy part of this position is that I can see the mirror that is about six feet away from the bed and I can see our reflection in that mirror.

I can see it all clearly since so of the lights inside our room are still on. I can see how that long, thick, veiny rod is going in and out of

and I’m reminded of our ti at the beach house, when we did it in the living room. I rember seeing the blurred reflection on the television screen.

I rember the nasty words he said to

after and how much those words made

feel embarrassed yet excited

imnsely.

I_ I want to hear him say things like that to

while entering .

"Duke," I reach for him and he takes my lips, touches my breasts while still going in and out of , slower.

"Talk dirty to ." I say and he pauses. His eyes stare down at , his mber ceases its movent and there’s bewildernt in his eyes.

"What?"

I suddenly can’t repeat myself... Now that he’s staring at

with full attention like this, I can’t bring myself to say it. "N_nothing," I say and turn my face away from him. "let’s just—"

"Pagne," He calls

so softly that I naturally turn my head to et his gaze. His hand that was holding up my leg sets it down and softly, he caresses my face, moving strands of hair that have mixed with sweat out of my face.

"Tell . Whatever pleases you, I’ll do it. I want you to be as happy as I am. I want you to enjoy every mont we spend together, so tell ."

I_ I read sowhere that people who ask for such things during sex, like their partner talking dirty to them, are considered freaks by so.

Will he consider

a freak?

"No_ I just blurted out so nonsense I—"

"Pagne, tell

the nonsense you blurted out."

Please don’t see

as a freak, please, please, "I_ I said t_talk dirty to ." I say and then instantly begin to ramble, "It’s just so nonsense, see. I told you. I didn’t an anything by it. You don’t have to do it if you feel uncomfortable doing it or you don’t want to. No, in fact, just forget I ever said anything like that. I must have been out of my—"

"How dirty?"

Huh? D_did he say sothing? What did he just say?

"What kind of dirty talk do you want?" He asks again. Really?! Did he really just ask

that?

"Uhm, uh, well, like, like you did back at the beach house wh_when you talked about w_wanting

to—"

"I’m listening," Why is he listening so intently? "When I talked about what?"

"About wanting

to— to squirt on your face." I say with my eyes closed and I hear a little scoff so I open my eyes.

"So you want the polite dirty talk." He says. Huh? What’s a polite dirty talk?

"W_what do you an?"

"I an I thought you wanted the dirty dirty talk, but the polite dirty talk is nice too."

"What’s the difference between polite-dirty talk and dirty-dirty talk?"

I don’t know how our love making suddenly turned into a class with him teaching

about dirty talk while his pintle is still inside . But I’m listening attentively.

"Well, the polite dirty talk is

saying things like, ’all I want to do is bend you over and eat out the flower between your legs." Geez, those words weren’t ant for my ears because so other part of

reacted to the information I just received.

"Uh, Pagne, don’t squeeze

like that, I’ll lose it." He says and I blush.

"It’s not my fault that you said sothing so dirty. It is just reflexes. It wasn’t . Now tell

what dirty-dirty talk is like."

"Well, dirty-dirty talk is like, ’you’ve been a bad bitch. A dirty sex-crazed cunt. And I’m going to punish you by smacking that ass till it turns red, after which I will bend you over and stick my thing into your dirty hole and I’ll f*ck the life out of you till you pass out while screaming my na like the slutty cunt you are.’"

Oh my gosh, He just used every degrading word you can call a lady so w_why do I feel so good? Why do I feel so turned on? D_do I seriously have a fetish for dirty talk?

"So tell

dearest," He whispers and bites my ear, causing

to curl with sweetness, "what do you prefer?"

Even that question sounds dirty in my ears. I must be losing my mind.

"Polite dirty talk?" he suddenly turns

over, pressing my chest to the bed and setting

on my knees with my hips pointing up. "Or," he grabs my hands and holds them behind , leaving

completely helpless as he leans in and whispers over the back of my neck,"dirty-dirty talk."

Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

Why do I feel like he’s enjoying this more than

who suggested it?