Chapter 50: Slender Beauty _ 1
[Margaret’s Perspective]
Donald’s sex organ was repeatedly inserted into my throat, causing me to retch.
This feeling was not physically comfortable, but when I saw Donald’s intoxicated expression because of my body, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He was happy because of me, and I wanted to give him more happiness, because his happiness was my happiness.
I gripped the base of his sex organ with both hands and tried to find a more comfortable position.
I knew how big Donald’s thing was. Last night, he was entering and exiting my body. But I had never observed it so close.
My nose was pressed against it, and Donald’s breath filled my breath. I couldn’t even hold it with one hand, and it took two hands to wrap around it. Such a thick weapon could actually reach into my body. I trembled at the thought, but I was also boiling with excitement.
I knew that my lower body must be a mess. I only hoped that Donald would end his torture of me and come into my body quickly. I needed him to satisfy me.
Donald finally took the thing out of my mouth. I took deep breaths. There were a few times when he tried to insert it and I thought I was going to suffocate. His thing was too big and full. I couldn’t find any room to breathe.
I looked at him from the bottom up. He was still handsome. His facial features were extremely beautiful. Only his eyes were staring at me like a beast.
His sex organ was hanging down the side of my face. After all that time, it was still standing there stiffly. There was no sign of ejaculation. Donald’s thing was the same as his people—tall and slender. It was beautifully shaped.
I pressed my face against it in a daze. It was still covered in saliva from my mouth and the liquid secreted from my lower end. It was sticky.
“Donald…” I murmured. I wanted him to enter my body and take me completely. I knew he wanted it too. But what I didn’t know was what he was waiting for.
“Tell me.”
“Say what?”
I looked at Donald. He had been teasing me with lust and refused to give it to me. What did he want to hear from me? Donald poked my face with the sex machine and said fiercely, “Say that you want it. Say that you want me to do you.”
“I… I want…” I still couldn’t say it. Donald wanted to hear me moan at him like a slut. I wanted him, but I had never said anything like that. I was forced to blush. I wanted to open my mouth several times, but I couldn’t. I could only look at him pleadingly.
“Say it, baby.” Donald leaned close to my face. I saw his affectionate eyes. His lower body was now pressed against my entrance again. “I want you too. I want to fuck you and kill you in bed so that you’ll always be mine. Tell me what you want me to do and we’ll both be happier.”
Donald’s voice seemed to have cast a spell on me. I followed his words and opened my mouth.
“Ah, Donald, do me, please, do me!”
He finally entered me as I wanted. For a moment, we both let out a satisfied sigh. Donald’s thing was hot and big. It filled my body, and every time he entered or left, my body trembled.
I was like a small boat on the sea. Donald’s movements were like endless waves, hitting me wave after wave. There was no end.
“Ah, Donald, do me! There… Ah… It’s so good. Ahhh!” I kept moaning.
“Is it enough? Is this enough?”
Donald grabbed my waist. I was almost pinned to his body. We were like two conjoined babies, tightly connected by one body part. I tried to look at him during the intense exercise. His shirt had been taken off at some point, revealing his muscular upper body. Because of the repeated undulations of his movements, a thin layer of sweat was on his body. It was also evaporating because of the constant heat.
His male hormones seemed to be even stronger now.
I tried to lift my body a little to get a better look at him. This was my mate, the most perfect man and the most honorable Lycan King. Together, we had the most perfect sex experience in the world. As if that wasn’t enough, I had to lean closer to him, closer. We had to integrate into each other’s bones and blood.
“What for?”
Donald didn’t break his motion. He just held me down with one hand.
He was controlling me, I realized. But for the first time, I didn’t feel bored by this control. It was as if we were supposed to be. We were one.
“I want to hold you.”
I reached out my hands to Donald, but I could only place them on his arms.
“Let me hold you. I want to be closer to you.”
Donald’s expression changed because of my words. He stopped what he was doing and looked at me with a dark expression. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but I felt that the thing inside my body had grown bigger.
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