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“Hello, wife.” A devilish grin spreads across his lips.
I glance over my shoulder, keeping the speeder in my sights.
“No, stay right there,” he says, spreading his thighs and leaning back to pose for me. “Don’t you wanna see a king on his knees for you?”
“How is it that when your eyes get black, you’re somehow both more confident and more pathetic than ever?” I ask him. “I’m not saying I dislike it, by the way. I find it charming.”
“By the scent of your ripe cunt, I’d say you find it more than charming,” he says with those knowing eyes laughing at me. “Only a confident male can act this pathetic.”
He palms his cock and rubs it with erotic slowness. When his body tenses, his abs tense along with it. My eyes take it all in hungrily, bouncing around because I don’t know where to look. I never realized the tip of his cock would be so pink, and since I can’t stop staring at it, I pick a leaf on the ground and try to decide it’s interesting enough for my attention.
“You’re feeling shy,” he says, starting to stroke himself with lazy motions. “Why? Don’t you know all of this belongs to you? No need to touch, but you can look, can’t you? Watch me, Francesca. Watch what you do to me.”
Our eyes meet. I step closer. He doesn’t stop touching himself, but he seems slightly surprised that his coaxing has worked on me.
“You looked close before,” I say.
“Did you enjoy watching me? Tell me, what part aroused you enough to smell like you wanna be fucked? Was it my face, the one you said was so handsome? Or was it the fact that you were spying on me?” His hands pump faster, sliding up and down on that massive length.
My tongue traces around the inside of mouth as I watch him, slack jawed.
“Or maybe,” he huffs out between desperate breaths, “it was this big cock.”
“What happened to pathetic?” I manage to tease him, even though my stomach is twisting in anticipation. I realize I’m not only transfixed by his sex appeal, but I also want to see Mak come. His beauty and provocative words are only half the story. He’s my Makiva, my mate, and I want to see him in a fit of passion. I want to see him awash with pleasure, and I also want to be the cause, the image behind his eyes when he plummets over the edge of climax.
“Ah, I see. You want to hear me begging you?” His eyes turn soft like a puppy dog’s. “Please, ti kori, spit on my cock. It’s the least you can do to help me jerk this rod that aches only for you.”
I edge even closer to him, taking two fingers and slipping them in my mouth.
Mak’s pleading eyes go round like saucers when I suck on them, dipping them toward my throat to create saliva inside for him. I lean over him, let my wetted tongue hang out as I pull the fingers out. Then, I spit onto his erection from above as he asked me to.
He whispers a prayer to the spirit in amazement as my saliva drops onto his shaft and lower abdomen. He gathers it with his fingers and spreads it over his cock, jerking it with a satisfied groan.
“Oh, Francesca,” he sighs. “You could give crumbs of your love until the end of time, and I would thank you. How can I prove it to you, that just the wetness from your tongue is enough to sustain me if not by demonstrating it here and now?”
He resumes the harsher movements of his grip over the shaft, brows drawing together.
“I wanted to see you come,” I tell him. “You asked me what turned me on. It was the thought of you blowing your load on your knees in the dirt because of me.”
A moan of appreciation. His eyes fall shut.
“So you’d better jerk that cock hard because I still wanna see it. And I wanna see your face when you come with my name in your mouth.”
“Yess,” he hisses. “Talk me through it. I’m so close.”
“Are you imagining it’s my hands touching you?” I ask him. “You want that, don’t you? You want me to be the one squeezing your cock?”
“Always,” he moans. “Always…”
“Then pretend that it is,” I say. “It’s me touching you. I’m going to make you come hard, Mak. Grip tighter.”
He nods his head, imagining it with me. In this heady atmosphere, it really feels like I’ve taken him with my own grip. His motions become furious, and he lets out a needy cry.
“You listen so well,” I purr sweetly, crouching down to his level. “When I tell you to come, you’ll do it, won’t you?
“Yes… I will, Frankie. Tell me when, and I’ll come at your word.”
My stomach bubbles with excitement. The power I have over him makes me tingle head to toe.
