5. Liliviere
Liliviere
The heat in those wildfire eyes intensifies when I unfasten Malakai’s belt.
Slowly, with unsteady hands, I extract his cock.
He is long and thick and already hard, which doesn’t make the job any easier for my inexperienced hands.
I’m not ready to try with my mouth yet, and kissing him is too divine to give up.
His rough stubble scrapes my chin. I imagine that same sensation between my thighs. A tiny mewling gasp escapes my lips.
“That’s my princess. I’ll show you what’s in store if you marry me.
” He strokes my pussy through the fine silk of my panties.
I’m so turned on, my breasts heavy within my dress and straining against the fabric.
The friction only turns me on more. I run my hand up and down his hard shaft.
Imagining it inside of me. So aroused I can hardly breathe.
It doesn’t take very much for me to come.
Then he does, too. Closes his big fist over mine and comes all over my hand.
I moan against his lips, imagining the taste of him and the feeling of those hot, thick veins against my own tongue.
I want to know how he would fit inside me.
Right now. Yet Malakai didn’t win the title of emperor by giving away his advantage.
He has made his price perfectly clear. I have to marry him if I want his cock.
Fine. As long as I retain control of my country, I will have struck an excellent bargain.
Malakai tucks himself away. I sit there, disheveled, with cum drying stickily on my hand, wondering how I’m going to go out there and deliver the crushing news to Kenton that I’m marrying his father instead of him.
But Malakai isn’t done yet.
“You need more convincing,” he says, and lifts me onto the table, throwing my skirts up around my waist and stripping my panties down.
They get caught on my ankle and dangle there as he pushes my thighs apart and drops to his knees, dragging me closer to the edge so that he can feast on my wet lips.
I grab his hair and try to sit up. He’s merciless.
But I love the way he handles me. Firmly.
Possessively. Without asking for permission to do anything.
He knows exactly what I want and he gives it to me the way I like it.
He delves between my wet folds with his hot tongue. Licks the barrier of my virginity and groans. “I’m going to take this from you tonight.”
“Tonight?” Distantly, there’s a bit of alarm going off in the back of my head. “But what are we going to do about Kenton?”
To my surprise, he seemed to actually want to marry me. I was expecting a boy being dragged to the altar by his father. Part of me pities him.
“Fuck my son. He didn’t want you until the moment he saw you.
I saw you first. You’re mine.” Malakai proves his point by bearing down on my clit.
I come a third time, cresting against his face.
When the peak ebbs, I’m shaking and sweaty, propped up on one elbow with my panties dangling from one ankle.
A most undignified position for a princess.
Weakly, I gather myself up. Where Malakai looks like unruffled military perfection, I am a disheveled mess. Embarrassment creeps over me.
How are we going to explain this?