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“More,” he said sharply into my mouth. “Come on, tell me more
of what I should do to you, Karen.”

I willed my mind to work. It was hard when I was flying high on
the thrilling ride to climax, but there was a scenario in my head. Like a
seedling bursting through the soil, it stretched to my mouth.

Out it spilled.

“Don’t say my name.” I gasped as a particularly forceful thrust
had his glans stroking my G-spot. “You don’t know me. This is a dark alley. I
was going home after seeing friends for the evening. A lone lady, vulnerable,
heels loud on the cobbles.” I paused to heave in a breath, my lungs desperate
with the effort of talking as he pounded into me with fervour.

As if sensing my struggle, he slowed his hips but increased the
depth of penetration. Every time he was seated to the hilt he jerked, hitting
my cervix and reeling my clit into a wondrous state of building pressure.

With a little less air being shunted from my lungs I carried
on. My lips touched his neck, just a fraction below his ear, where he smelt
masculine and raw and the texture of his skin was smooth but tough. “You saw
me, walking into this alley. You were rock-hard for a fuck, so hard, but you
were sick of your own hand. Tired of getting yourself off while you looked at
porn. So you decided to just take me against my will. It didn’t matter that it
was me, it could have been any woman, but I happened to be there, that night,
when you were feeling hard and brave and desperate. So damn desperate.”

“So how did it happen?” he whispered, breathily. He kissed
across my cheek and nibbled the shell of my ear, the tempo of his hips a
wonderful rhythm that kept my orgasm within reach but also under control. “I
need to know. Tell me how we got to this stage. The me-fucking-you stage.”

I shut my eyes to the harsh daylight of the room. “I heard your
footsteps behind me and turned, scared. When I started to run, you chased me,
grabbed me, hauled me against a wall and ripped off my skirt. You were so big
and strong and so damn determined.” The image in my head was scarily vivid. I
could see us wrestling, limbs tangled, and hear the sound of material tearing.
Jacob all horny and powerful; me scared and helpless. “You tore off my panties.
I screamed for you to get off me, let me go home. But you clamped your hand
over my mouth, you didn’t care. You wanted me. You wanted to fuck my pretty
cunt hard and fast.”

Gripping his tense biceps, I built up to that moment of bliss,
where climax is inevitable; a beautiful knowledge spreading over me that
satiation would soon be mine.

“Ah, love, talk while we come. Keep telling me the story.”

I shook, feverish with need now. “You’re thrusting into me,
your big, bad cock penetrating my pussy, your hands groping my breasts, harsh
and cruel. I bite your shoulder. You’re furious and twist me to face the wall.
My hands flail against sharp brick. The wall is cold and gritty. It smells of
damp and rotting food.”

“Then what? Tell me, then what?”

“You fuck me from behind.” I was almost shouting now, the
syllables juddering as his pace increased. “You don’t care that I’m not wet for
you, you shove into my poor abused pussy over and over. You’ve still got a hand
clamped over my mouth so I can’t scream for help and you ride into me like a
marauder. I’m overpowered... I’m... Oh, God, Jacob...I’m...going to...”

“Me too, me fucking too.”

We came together. It was intense and furious. Our groans and
shouts of delight unmuffled and uninhibited.

“Ah, yes, that’s it, oh fuck, yes,” I cried, actually sinking
my teeth into his shoulder.

“Oh, baby, fucking fantastic.” He jerked, lodging deep inside
me as he spilled his seed high into my body.

My pussy clamped and squeezed him, clit bobbing on his pubic
bone, drawing out every last, luscious spasm of ecstasy. Suddenly his mouth was
on mine again, and he kissed me, deep and profound.

Running my hands over his sweaty shoulders, I clung on, forcing
my breasts into the coarse hairs on his chest and battling for breath and
sanity.

“Oh, God, that was something else,” he said, shuddering within
my embrace.

As I slid my palms over his hot back, I was aware that every
one of his muscles was taut and tight.

“You made me completely lose it then,” he murmured. “I felt
like a horny teenager again, doing it for the first time. All control left me.”

I giggled breathlessly.

He pulled back and grinned, but kept his cock pumping slowly
within me. He looked down. “Ah, fuck, that looks so hot.”

I followed his gaze. His veiny, mauve shaft, rising from his
black pubic hair, slid backwards and forwards through my paler pubes. It was
slick and shiny and still hard and solid. I could just make out the glossy nub
of my clit jutting from its hood.

The sight of Jacob entering me was sublime and I would never
tire of it. But suddenly I was aware once more of my position against the
window, and the memory of the binoculars comment. I went to move my legs from
his hips. But he grabbed both my thighs, kept me wrapped tight around him.

“No, don’t move. Jesus, I feel like I could come all over
again.” He looked up and grinned, then ducked for a kiss.

I accepted it happily and a delicious flush of accomplishment
filled me. I’d done it. The old Karen was back. I could still talk dirty. I
could still make Jacob lose it with words.

But, my goodness, where had those words risen from?

Where on earth had that depraved image of being taken against
my will come from? I’d described it so vividly and it had sent me reeling into
one damn fine orgasm.

Was there something wrong with me? Then I realised.

It’s
the book. That damn filthy book.

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