Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
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 blame on Duke though, I’m never satisfied doing it just once. There’s something 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 member is ramming into me 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 me 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 member was already slamming into me 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 firmer and just hold on as he has commanded me to while still trying to not enjoy the moment too much.

I can feel it building up inside me, 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 me 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 came out of the bathroom, we are sweating, sticky and the room is filled with the smell of the heat radiating from our body mixed with the smell 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 time." 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 some air.

"Then take me to bed. M_my legs won’t be too tired if we do it on the bed." I stutter a little, I suck in some 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 me a little too much.

"You are the worst drug a person could get addicted to, you know that." He says and lifts me 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 me with his member buried inside me from the side.

This is the first time we’re taking this position and dear me, 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 some of the lights inside our room are still on. I can see how that long, thick, veiny rod is going in and out of me and I’m reminded of our time at the beach house, when we did it in the living room. I remember seeing the blurred reflection on the television screen.

I remember the nasty words he said to me after and how much those words made me feel embarrassed yet excited me immensely.

I_ I want to hear him say things like that to me while entering me.

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

"Talk dirty to me." I say and he pauses. His eyes stare down at me, his member ceases its movement and there’s bewilderment in his eyes.

"What?"

I suddenly can’t repeat myself... Now that he’s staring at me 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 me so softly that I naturally turn my head to meet 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 me. Whatever pleases you, I’ll do it. I want you to be as happy as I am. I want you to enjoy every moment we spend together, so tell me."

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

Will he consider me a freak?

"No_ I just blurted out some nonsense I—"

"Pagne, tell me the nonsense you blurted out."

Please don’t see me as a freak, please, please, "I_ I said t_talk dirty to me." I say and then instantly begin to ramble, "It’s just some nonsense, see. I told you. I didn’t mean 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 something? What did he just say?

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

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

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

"About wanting me 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 mean?"

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

"Well, the polite dirty talk is me 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 meant for my ears because some other part of me reacted to the information I just received.

"Uh, Pagne, don’t squeeze me like that, I’ll lose it." He says and I blush.

"It’s not my fault that you said something so dirty. It is just reflexes. It wasn’t me. Now tell me 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 name 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 me dearest," He whispers and bites my ear, causing me 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 me over, pressing my chest to the bed and setting me on my knees with my hips pointing up. "Or," he grabs my hands and holds them behind me, leaving me 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 me who suggested it?

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