Page 21 of Not a Gift

Chapter Thirteen

The Only Man I’ve Ever Wanted

Lyrik

He looks at me the same way a predator watches its prey.Like he wants to eat me whole.My breasts are heavy, my skin feverish, my pussy dripping.This is pure torture, watching him stroke his rock-hard cock.

“I need you, Malichai,” I say.

“You have me.You’ve always had me,” he murmurs.

“Prove it,” I challenge.

“I will.”He smirks.“I’m going to make you mine, claim you so no other male ever comes near you again.”

His words both scare and excite me as he drops to his knees, using his shoulders to make space for himself as he pulls my ass to the edge of the bed.There is no preamble as he dives in.His tongue works me from my asshole to my clit, laving every inch of my sex.His lips fuse to me as he sucks and nibbles, pushing my arousal higher and higher but never going where I desperately need him.

Moans fall from my lips as my body writhes beneath his ministrations.Three fingers spear into me, my body bowing off the bed.

“Please.”

“Yes, baby, let me hear you beg.”

“Malichai,” I growl.

He chuckles darkly, his tongue tracing my clit lightly before he blows on it.My hand finds the back of his head, pressing him against my sex, fed up with his teasing.Malichai moans against my sex before sucking harshly on the extended nub while I rub my pussy against his face.

My thighs tremble as my orgasm crashes over me, a scream tearing from my lungs.It’s long moments before I can focus again.

Malichai is leaning over my body, his weight braced on his forearms as he stares down at me.The crown of his cock is pressing at my entrance.He watches me with a hooded gaze, desire painting his features.Cupping his face, I lean up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

“If you want me to stop, you need to tell me now,” Malichai says, his voice strained.“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want, but I also won’t give you up after this, Lyrik.”

“Malichai...”

“I’m serious.I’ve waited what feels like a lifetime and I won’t let you go.”He’s as serious as I have ever seen him.“I’ll fuck you deep and hard.And I will be doing it without protection.I will breed you and mark you as mine, inside and out.”

My pussy flutters, trying to pull him into my channel and force him to keep his word.

“I’m not on birth control,” I say, trying to be logical.

“That’s kind of the point, Princess,” he says with a smirk.“I’ll pump you full of cum, breed you, and bind you to me forever.”

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Why does that sound perfect?Why is that all I want?Why does the thought of being filled with his cum make me want to fall to my knees and beg him to do it over and over?

“Please, Malichai,” I beg, not caring how it sounds.

He bottoms out in me with one fluid stroke, his cock stretching me and filling me.And then he starts to move.At first, his strokes are long and measured, his muscles straining with the effort of holding back.

“So tight.So wet,” he mumbles.“Better than I ever dreamed.”

“More,” I beg, scoring his back with my nails.“Harder.”

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