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Story: Maklr

“You can,” Maklr encouraged.

She pulled off his pants, his erection springing forth.

“Can I suck you?” she asked.

“I am yours.”

Nell’s hands played with him, teasing him to his full length. She sucked him deep in her throat, rubbing his delicate sac. Her tongue swirled around the head, her cheeks hollowing out with the friction. “Nell,” Maklr said, his voice gruff. “I won’t last.”

She climbed up his body, placing her legs on either side of his head, and lowered her pussy to his mouth. “Make sure I’m wet enough, please,” she begged. Before she lowered herself down, she turned the plush cat around to look out the window. “There’s no need for him to see this,” she said.

Nell lowered herself over Maklr’s lips, his tongue darting out to lick from her center to her clit. He hummed his agreement. He flicked circles over her sensitive skin, and she threw her head back and moaned softly. “Yes, like that.”

At the edge of an orgasm, she rose to her knees and scooted backward down his body, straddling Maklr’s hips. Their eyes locked in silent understanding. Her lip trembled, exposing her vulnerability and trust.

“You’re nervous. Don’t do it if you’re not ready,” he said.

“And excited. And curious.” She raised up and untied his wrists. “Guide me?”

He reached up to hold her, lowering her into place as she positioned herself above him. “You control everything. You set the pace. Nell, you’re in charge of your own pleasure.” He whispered the words into her ear, his breath warm on her skin.

She hesitated a moment, then reached to kiss him, as she lowered herself over his erection.

“Slow. Take it slow,” Maklr crooned into her ear.

She shook with anticipation, impaling herself on his thick cock. “Good girl, Nell. Stop if you want to.”

Nell shook her head, lowering her body farther. His cock fully impaled her, causing her to stop. “Full.”

“You took all of me,” Maklr said, kissing her again. His hands roamed her back, tracing the line of her spine as he encouraged her with whispered praise. “You are beautiful.”

Nell leaned forward, rocking her hips back and forth against Maklr’s cock. Her hair cascaded around her face like a curtain and kissed him deeply. Her body trembled, her hips moving at a steady pace. She groaned, “Maklr.”

His hands slid to her hips to support her in finding the perfect angle as she took him deep inside her slick channel. The only sounds in the room were heavy breaths and Nell’s sighs ofpleasure. Everything else ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them lost in the sacred moment.

“Maklr,” Nell panted, “I think,” she gasped for breath. He whispered encouragement to her, urging her on.

“I love you, Nell. I love you,” he whispered. “You are mine, and I am yours.”

Nell ground against him, desire in her eyes. She leaned back slightly, placed her hand on his chest for balance, and took control over her orgasm.

Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him as she came with a cry. Maklr reached for her to capture her scream with his mouth. He gripped her hips and pumped two more times into her body, sharing his own release.

They collapsed back on the bed, a tangle of limbs. Nell’s chest heaved. “Mine,” she said, resting her head on his chest, her lashes fluttering shut.

Chapter 19

Maklr

Thenextmorning,Nellstood in the kitchen cooking a massive meal over the largest burner on the stove.

“Good morning,” Charlie called. “You’re up early.”

“I am,” Nell agreed. She hummed a melody as she chopped vegetables for breakfast. Nell smashed the eggshell into small pieces and placed them into the basket used for compost. The omelette cooked, sizzling over the heat.

Charlotte poured herself a mug of tea. “Smells delicious.”

“See, I can cook,” Nell said, pulling two plates out of the cabinet.