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“Very good,” I praise her, softening my touch between her legs when she’s had enough.
When I release her neck, her cheek falls against the grass again as she huffs through the aftermath of her orgasm.
“I’m a male of my word,” I say, grasping her ass to lift it back up. She’d drooped slightly from all the ecstatic writhing and rubbing herself against my shaft. I draw her into a better position, moving her pliant limbs until her cunt is even with the head of my cock.
She told me she didn’t want me to hold back anymore, and I hope she meant that sincerely.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
FRANKIE
For a while, I’d thought there’d never come a time when I’d try the aphrodisiac on his tongue that most Kar’Kali males produce during the amma’ka. All risks were off-limits then, especially risks that would alter the tight control I’d managed to gain over my body.
The only things controlling my body now are Mak’s commanding voice at my ear, and the pleasure that rolls through me like waves crashing on the shore.
He’s poised at my entrance, and my lower lips twitch in anticipation at the brush of his cock. I take one breath of preparation before he plunges inside me. He slides the whole length inside at once, filling me with an abrupt shock of pain mixed with pleasure. He releases a groan of satisfaction when he’s sheathed to the hilt, thighs slapping against my ass. After the slaps he gave me, they’re sensitive enough to tingle on contact.
In fact, everything is tingling from my head to my toes, as if the saliva I swallowed was pure effervescence. Each caress is a burst of pleasure.
He’s stretching me to my limit even though my pussy was dripping with need. My fingers dig into the grass and earth beneath me as I adjust to the fullness.
I knew he was large; it had shocked me once before when I first got a look at his length and girth. But while I knew it in theory, the sting of the size and the nudge of his tip against my deepest walls has me gasping.
“Tell me how you feel,” he says, running his fingers along my back. I shiver and sigh under his light touch.
“So full… It feels good,” I tell him. “Keep going! Please.”
He rolls his hips, the motion sending new shockwaves through me. Lucid thoughts fade to nothing when he slides out halfway and then rolls his hips into me again. I’m only a puddle of moans then, letting my face drop to the ground.
“Look at you, taking me so well.” Mak’s voice is the only thing keeping me focused as pleasure rises every time he thrusts in and out of me. His pace is leisurely to start, like he’s playing with his food. “Your cunt is wetter than any of these pools. Listen to it.”
He slams into me quickly to emphasize the squelching slaps of my pussy welcoming his cock. I cry out at the way his harsher motions spark the fire building in my belly. He seems to get lost in it, moaning as his thrusts become a furious assault.
I press my palms to the ground to brace myself, craving the reverberation when I meet his thrusts and his cock strokes deep inside me.
“I think you should come again,” he says, laying his chest against my back and sliding his hands around me. He squeezes me tight in his embrace as his hips continue to thrust and roll, thrust and roll, in a pattern that dizzies my head and makes my clit tingle. “Will you do that for me?”
When I think he’s going to lean back again and release me, I grab his arm.
“Don’t let go,” I say, lolling my head against his shoulder. “I like this. Being close to you.”
His black eyes sparkle like onyx.
“If you like it, then I won’t ever let go,” he promises. “C’mere.”
He shifts himself upright, bringing me with him as I’m still impaled on his cock, gasping as the pressure shifts to new pleasure points inside me. Now that I’m sitting on his lap, there’s nowhere to hide from his most intense thrusts. I’m a mess of moans as he tucks my splayed legs into a more comfortable position.
“Gimme your hand, Frankie,” he orders me, and I oblige without thinking. He starts to suck on my fingers, slurping them like a lollipop. When he’s satisfied, he pulls them out with a wet pop!
“Now touch yourself,” he says, guiding my hand between my legs.
“How can I when you’re fucking me so hard I can’t think?” I cry out, words turning into squeaks because he hasn’t stopped thrusting into me for one second. He presses my fingers over my clit for me, dipping his head down to kiss my neck as he does so.
“Don’t think about it,” he whispers. “Don’t think about anything.”
I let him manipulate my hand like a puppet, teasing my clit with gentle circles that make the pressure inside me even more intense.
“Now, keep going,” he urges me, nipping my ear playfully. “I’ll need both hands for this.”
