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Story: Not a Gift
He stares at me.“Are you sure?”
“Just cut the ribbons on my back and the dress will fall off,” I explain.
Malichai puts me down on my feet before turning me to face the door.I listen to him move around behind me, his dragon at the forefront breathing heavily against my neck.I press my hands against the door hoping to give him better access.
“Stay still.”His voice is a distorted rumble, his dragon showing his presence.
I hear the ribbon give way under the sharp talons of his dragon before the dress pulls away from my frame, slides down my body, and pools on the ground around my feet.
“Fuck,” Malichai hisses behind me.His hands caress my ass, kneading at the globes.“If I knew you weren’t wearing any underwear you never would have made it to the reception.”
I moan low as his fingers work through my folds, spreading my arousal everywhere.
“Keep your hands against the door,” he murmurs in my ear.I listen as he lowers the zipper on his pants.“I’m going to fuck you against the door in nothing but those sexy-ass heels.”
“Yes,” I moan as he notches the head of his cock to my entrance.
Slowly, torturously, he slides his erection into me.His pace is measured, and I know he is trying to make this last, but I don’t want slow and soft.Not right now.
“Is this what sex is going to be like now that we’re formally bonded?”I ask, pushing his buttons.
“Excuse me?”His voice is low and gravelly.
“I thought you wanted to fuck your mate.”
“Fucking brat.”
He lands a blow to my right ass cheek before upping his tempo.He pounds into me, holding my hips tightly.It only takes a few minutes until we are both tumbling headlong into our orgasms and landing in a tangled heap together on the floor.
“I love you, Mrs.Black,” Malichai murmurs against the crown of my head.
“And I love you, Mr.Black.”
The End
“Just cut the ribbons on my back and the dress will fall off,” I explain.
Malichai puts me down on my feet before turning me to face the door.I listen to him move around behind me, his dragon at the forefront breathing heavily against my neck.I press my hands against the door hoping to give him better access.
“Stay still.”His voice is a distorted rumble, his dragon showing his presence.
I hear the ribbon give way under the sharp talons of his dragon before the dress pulls away from my frame, slides down my body, and pools on the ground around my feet.
“Fuck,” Malichai hisses behind me.His hands caress my ass, kneading at the globes.“If I knew you weren’t wearing any underwear you never would have made it to the reception.”
I moan low as his fingers work through my folds, spreading my arousal everywhere.
“Keep your hands against the door,” he murmurs in my ear.I listen as he lowers the zipper on his pants.“I’m going to fuck you against the door in nothing but those sexy-ass heels.”
“Yes,” I moan as he notches the head of his cock to my entrance.
Slowly, torturously, he slides his erection into me.His pace is measured, and I know he is trying to make this last, but I don’t want slow and soft.Not right now.
“Is this what sex is going to be like now that we’re formally bonded?”I ask, pushing his buttons.
“Excuse me?”His voice is low and gravelly.
“I thought you wanted to fuck your mate.”
“Fucking brat.”
He lands a blow to my right ass cheek before upping his tempo.He pounds into me, holding my hips tightly.It only takes a few minutes until we are both tumbling headlong into our orgasms and landing in a tangled heap together on the floor.
“I love you, Mrs.Black,” Malichai murmurs against the crown of my head.
“And I love you, Mr.Black.”
The End