She calls her fiance a cuck without meaning to.

“The cuck, huh?”

Kendall’s frown deepens. “Shut up.”

“Well, if he doesn’t like me drinking his sodas, then he is really going to hate this: stand up and strip naked. Remind me what I’m getting when I take you back.”

“Fuck off, James,” Kendall snaps, but she stands. She has her blouse off before she can think to refuse him and has her pants open immediately after that. As if driven to obey him by some unknown **** that she calls instinct, she has her pants down around her ankles in seconds. Her panties follow, wet at the crotch and clinging gently to the short hairs of her pussy. She moves to cover herself after but stops at a click of James’ tongue.

“Now, now, I’m taking you back, ain’t I? That means that pussy and everything attached to it belongs to me, and I want to see it. So, stand still and with your hands by your side, slut.”

Again, Kendall obeys, standing with her hands at her side and her heavy breasts on display. Kendall is a thick woman, well-built and strong, with wide hips and broad shoulders. Her weight is localized to erogenous zones--her breasts, her ass, and her thighs. Her stomach is flat from a mixture of exercise and good genetics, and in her arousal her nipples stand out, pink and puffy, on her pronounced bosom.

She tries to glare at him but finds it futile. James only smiles in response, slurping his soda loudly as he examines her. His gaze lingers on her wet pussy, the short hairs of her mound dripping with her dew. With that seen, she can no longer feign disgust. Her arousal is showing, and that is her greatest shame so far. He licks his lips, and she imagines him licking her.

“Fuck, Kendall, I forgot what a fine fucking body you got. Bring it over here and let me get a good look at it.”

Kendall moves quickly, stopping beside him before she has time to consider a response. When she does open her mouth to speak, she chokes. His hands are rough upon her skin and immediately find purchase on her. He holds her by the waist first, his heavy palms and calloused hands scrapping roughly across her smooth skin. Jackson’s hands were small and soft, almost feminine. James’ hands were all man.

He cups one of her breasts and teases the nipple, and then he does the same to the other while she bites back a moan. His pawing is clumsy and without art, but it is that very animal quality that arouses her to begin with. Everything about James contrasts sharply with Jackson’s more measured, gentle approach. She grows wetter, however, preferring James in the moment, even if she won’t admit it to herself.

James cups her ass next, giving it a firm, hearty squeeze before punctuating with a slap. “You’ve put on weight.” Kendall’s cheeks go red as she fixes a horrified frown on him, but James only laughs in response. “Nah,” he says, swatting her ass a second time before squeezing her meaty thighs. “You look good! Better than ever, even!” Parting her legs, he runs two rough fingers along the cleft of her vulva, and then he eases into her.

Kendall groans. Holding him by the wrist, she seizes, climaxing despite herself as his fingers sink in to the knuckle. James watches her shake and shiver on him with a chuckle. She wets his fingers before settling and, with the added lubrication to help, James begins to slowly saw his fingers in and out of her. Turning his cold eyes on her face, he asks, “Did you just fucking come?”

Kendall, hands on his wrist, nipples pink and swollen, blushes and glares. “Shut up!”

Holding his finger buried into her depths, James sets his drink calmly on the ground before standing to strike her again. He smacks her across the face this time, two times, while keeping himself held inside of her. The pain of his rough hands against her pretty face mixes with the pleasure of his rough digits inside of her. She flexes around him and, in the coming, breathless moments, she isn’t sure where one ends and the other begins.

She moans in a second climax.

“Watch your fucking tone. You can talk to your cuck that way if you want, but you can’t talk to me like that.”

Cheeks aching and eyes watery, Kendall breathes through the aching pleasure with a whine. A single finger from James, she realizes, feels better to her than Jackson’s hardest erection. Panting, she murmurs, “I’m...I’m sorry, James.”

James grunts, staring at her privates. “Damn right you are,” he says, thumbing her clit and edging her toward a another orgasm. She shakes as he traces his thumb through her pubic hair with distaste. She keeps it short, trimming it more now than she ever did for James, but it still doesn’t please him. He turns a glare on her and feels her tighten around him in fear. “Cuck don’t make you shave?”

Kendall shakes her head while suppressing a moan. “No. He doesn’t treat me like you do.”

James allows a low, ruthless laugh. “You mean that he cause he ain’t a man.” James punctuates this by moving his fingers, twirling them slowly inside of her. Kendall moans in response, rolling her hips against him without meaning to. His arrogance swells with each movement of her hips, and she can feel it, but she is powerless to resist him. The pleasure is too great. “Bitches like you should be smooth and hairless for their men.”

Moving his free hand, James seizes her by the ribs and pulls her to him as he sits. Kendall stumbles toward him, nearly falling onto him before catching herself on his big shoulder. Staring down at him, she watches him pull one of her teats straight into his mouth and give it a suck. A smile spreads across his face as he nurses her sloppily and, as his mouth wets her flesh, a moan parts her lips.

“Least you got a fine fucking body, though.” James withdraws his fingers and wipes them on her belly before giving her another sharp swat across her rear. This time, the pain translates as pure pleasure and leaves her cooing and clutching his shoulders with both hands. The dizziness returns, causing her world to sway, giving it an unreal haziness that both confuses and delights her. She smiles down at him in mixed arousal and bewilderment, even caressing his head briefly before she catches herself. “But, I ain’t here to make you feel good. Get on your knees, Kendall, I’ll show you what a real man looks like.”

Kendall obeys breathlessly, falling to her knees and blinking a few times before she can remember herself. She stares up at him in a daze, James looking very much as he always has to her: fat and disgusting. The only difference is that his crotch looks proportionally as fat as him, and that doesn’t disgust her at all. In fact, if anything, it heightens her arousal and helps to reframe his rotund body for her. It adds a symmetry to him that was missing only a few months ago.

“The cuck is plenty man,” she whispers quietly, still clinging desperately to who she believes she is and should be. James’ laugh, however, shakes her to the core. A smack to the face silences her and leaves her reeling. She holds her cheek as he stares her down.

“Yeah, Kendall? That why he’s a cuck?”

Kendall frowns and sobers, her love of Jackson coalescing into a nugget of indignation in her core. It settles in the storm, anchoring her to herself. “He’s not a cuck,” she snaps. “Not yet, anyway. You said it yourself, he took me from you, didn’t he? So, if anything…”

Her words die with a tug of her hair and a hard blow across her cheek. Another follows shortly before he stares her, hard, in the eyes. The feigned humor that hid his rage is entirely gone now, and the old James has taken over. Cold fury lines his voice as he growls, “Not for long.”

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