Page 8 of Lion's Second Chance King

“And now,” he says, “you keep your mouth shut and listen for a little while so that you’ll hear the rest of what I’m trying to say. Understand?”

I nod as I stare at him in wonder. The relationship is working for him?

“The relationship is working for me,” he says. He sounds almost dark and upset about that. “So, well that I can’t give you up even if keeping you is unfair to you.”

“It’s not unfair!” I say.

“I said hush up,” he says.

“Well, I’ll hush when you don’t act like you get to decide what’s fair or unfair to me without asking my opinion on the subject, how’s that?”

“See, that right there is what I’m talking about,” he says. “That’s why this isn’t working.”

“I’m not allowed to…” he holds up a hand and I shut up.

“That’s my Makayla,” he says, “the one who wouldn’t let me decide for her what she wants. That’s the Mackie I love. That’s my girl. My girl isn’t the one who spends all her time finding new ways to prove she’s going to please me emotionally, physically, and in every other way possible. She’s not the girl who’s going to do that without ever expecting anything from me other than my presence and my dick. My girl isn’t the one who offers up her ass when she doesn’t really want to give it. I want you, Mackie. I don’t want the fucking porn star whore you’re trying to be for me.”

This is the strangest damned thing on Earth. Everything about his tone tells me I should be offended. He also called me a porn star whore, didn’t he? But my head focuses on only one part. “You… you love me?”

“Of course I love you!” he says angrily. “Why the hell do you think I have such an impossible time resisting you? It isn’t because of all the fucking orgasms. I’m so wrapped up in you that I can’t even…”

Well, he shuts up because I’m kissing him hard and my arms are around him. Who the hell could have guessed that what I needed to do to have him was to stop trying? As I kiss him, the certainty that there’s something special about me returns. I wonder if maybe this whole destiny idea, his mystical thought about my life being magical or something, is just me wrapped up in my love for him.

Sounds pretty good to me.

Chapter Nine

Makayla

This is such a… Damn!

We’re naked now and on the couch. He’s beneath me, and the feel of him inside of me is pretty dramatically different than it was before, if that makes any sense.

I mean, I feel secure, completely secure. I feel like he wants me and, now that he pointed it out so damned clearly, I realize that I wasn’t really the girl offering up my body like it’s some kind of tool for bribery.

But then, again…

I kiss him hard and then whisper in his ear, “Even if I don’t have to be in order to keep you, I really am yours, Daniel.”

He lets out a happy sigh and I reach down and take hold of his shaft as I lift myself up. I pull back and give him a smile. “I’m completely yours, Baby,” I say.

And then, I look up and the ceiling and sit down on his cock.

More accurately, I guide his cock into my virgin asshole as I sit back down.

He gasps and says, “Mackie, what?—”

“Hush,” I whisper, “it’s mine to give. It’s because I want to and not because I think you’ll leave me.” I whisper all that through clenched teeth as I stare at the ceiling because it hurts like fucking hell.

Ha! Fucking hell.

That’s exactly what it is, right? He’s fucking my ass and it’s Hell!

Well, if you can’t find the humor in a horrible situation, what the hell kind of a life are you going to have, right?

I can’t believe how much it hurts! Of course, I just did this thing without any of the preparation I ought to have done. I mean, I even have lube just a few feet away in the damned end table drawer! The only lube now is whatever slickness that remained on his cock from my pussy.

But I move. I lift myself up and down because the one goal I have right now is to keep him from knowing that I’m in pain. If he figures that out, he’ll be pissed off. He’ll think I’m full of shit about doing it because I want to give it to him. He’ll be sure the whole conversation about me being myself and not some nymphomaniac for him went in one ear and out the other.

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