1 Fuck, Don't Make Love to Me.

"You actually want to fuck. Hold on a minute! Are you hard right now? What?" The disgust on Charlotte's face could be perceived from a mile away.

"Errrmm…" Liam stuttered as his voice trembled with his hands defensively touching his upper thighs.

"So, in a sick part of your insanely unfulfilled life, you believe I'll lay down for you to have your wildest fantasy? What part of this marriage don't you understand, Liam? I can't, and I won't be having your miserable, half-a- life cock inside of me." Charlotte continued in a condescending tone accompanied with a derogatory facial expression.

"You're right. I forgot my place for a minute. I'm sorry." Liam said as he took each breath in humility that coated his words.

"Henceforth, those rules must live rent-free and crystal clear in your mind. You don't need me to tell you that this isn't your room, too, right?" The ever-present conceit was audible from her words, and in a rush, Liam unwrapped himself from the bed sheet he'd hid half his body in and picked up his Goth themed t-shirt which he had thrown on the ground and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Liam entered the room two doors away from Charlotte's which was exquisitely furnished but not as much as hers'. He stared at the paintings and illustrious canvases that stood elegantly on the royally coloured walls and he suck into a sentimental mood as if he'd had something like this before.

After a dozen seconds of this mood he was floating in silently, he dropped the t-shirt in his hand by the chair a few feet away from the edge of the bed before proceeding to sandwiching himself within the sheets of the bed with his eyes open and his mind travelling to places.

His mellow time alone came to an abrupt end when Charlotte came into the room, flinging the door open without caution and shutting it behind her with one of her hands on her topmost nightgown button.

"You know what? I changed my mind. Switch off the lights. I wouldn't want your eyes having the pleasure of beholding my perfection while I ride you." Charlotte said with a face of all haughtiness that one would regard as her trademark expression.

Charlotte could deny it all she wanted, but Liam was certainly the best of her many sex mates and pleasure donors.

Saying nothing while he was seated with his back leaning on the bed's frame which rested on the wall, he lifted up the white bed-sheet from his body, and he was all flesh, skin and an half-erect penis waiting to be ridden without love or affection by a Cleopatran whore who turned him on clothed or naked.

For Liam, he had long been enchanted by her beauty, and for some reasons besides the contract, he actually loved her, and hoped for the day she'd see him for more than a plague to soothe her carnal pleasures or to hurl her favourite dishes and cuss words while he stayed stiff and hard over or within her.

With her robe on the ground, Liam switched off the royalty- themed bluish fluorescent lamp by the bedside and slid to the edge of the bed with his foot with hitting the frame.

"Is that okay?" Liam asked with irritating compassion in his breath.

"Just shut the fuck up and fuck me, okay?" Charlottes said with a rushed breath that smelt like a thousand strokes of pleasure from her nostrils which proceeded from her mouth.

She rode him without care with her moderately thick thighs sitting firmly on his rock-firm laps while he breathed shallowly and quickly, almost in proportion to her every high, heavy and deep swallowing of whatever manly inches were between his legs.

"Uggggh. Uh. Uh." Liam groaned in ecstasy and a mumbled but yet exciting pitch as he finished, and his heart speed gradually returned to a sane number of beats.

"What the fuck was that?" Charlotte uttered with great dissatisfaction. His stallion days were probably over, or maybe she'd had him a little too many times.

"Do you love me?" Charlotte asked while she danced on his soft cock hoping to reignite a hard-on.

"errrrmmm…" Liam disconcertedly replied as he couldn't find whatever word he had behind his mind.

"Better. I just needed to be sure that you weren't trying to make love to me. You're unworthy of that, and besides your cock, which might be the best thing about you, you're worthless." Charlotte said, hurriedly dismissing his speech or whatever that was.

While she traduced his entirety with disdain and all smugness, he'd been getting off on it, and he was hard again with stiffened veins and a face that had no smile. She'd made him into some sort of zombie who got off on her insults and could only reply with a longer number of minutes as a hard stick for her pleasure.

"Good boy. This time, I finish fir…st…" She said in a language containing more moans that words while he held her hand firmly to the bed as she bounced rhythmically on him.