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Yes! Take me! Don't make me wait, I can't take this much longer!

The tip of his tongue tapped my clit as his lips sucked the swelling bud. “Mm,” I choked out, biting the inside of my lip to keep quiet.

Lapping quicker and quicker, my knees almost buckled as my body quivered and shook. Machi danced his tongue up and down, side to side, circled and twirled. It went in so many directions I couldn't focus on just one.

Trembles radiated through my thighs, crawling up over my hips and attempting to steal me away. I felt lighter as the weight in my shoulders vanished and the thought of being sold was a mere speck in my mind.

Because right then it was just us, we were two people enjoying an erotic experience. The auction had been muffled, my role had been muted, there was nothing going through my head except pure thrill.

Digging his nails into my waist, Machi pulled back, chuckling. “Uh-uh, not yet.” The rough pad of his finger dipped into my sex as his thumb slowly massaged my clit. “This is where it gets fun, right here. Where you want me to finish you off, where you need it so badly that your body is going to collapse if I don't give it to you. That's what I want, I want to see you buckle, I want to see you're muscles crave it to the point they're about to explode and you want to kick me in the fucking face if I don't let you have it.”

Crushing my toes into the carpet, I bit my lip harder. I couldn't stop my sex from reaching out, from aching for him to shut up and keep going.

Bowing my back, I spread my legs wider as I tucked my face into the nook of my arm and bit my own skin.

His thumb stroked harder and my pussy pulsed with soundless thumps. Sliding his finger in and out, his tongue found my skin again as he licked between my lips, over and inside every crevasse, he wasn't missing a single spot.

Rocking my hips, I rode his face as he fingered me. Goosebumps made up my skin, shivers worked my muscles, and my brain completely went numb, focusing on only one thing.

I needed to come, I had to come.

My chest began to rise and fall faster as my belly began to quake. I was there, I was right there, one more flick of his tongue was all I needed.

But he stopped, removing his hand and gripping my thighs in protest. Grunting in frustration, I threw my waist out, searching for his touch again.

Laughing, Machi ran his hands up and down my legs, over my stomach, around my ass, purposely avoiding my needy button. “I'm so hard right now it fucking hurts. But watching you like this, seeing you're body ready to collapse. . .” Pausing, he pressed his palm over my mound, squeezing softly. “It's so fucking sexy.”

His palm drifted up over my ribs, floating with ease over my nipples. Plucking the hardened beads, I groaned, rolling my head from one shoulder to the next.

“I'm impressed, I expected you to tell me to get you off or fuck off by now.” Running his hand down my ribs, his fingers found each and every bone, playing a silent beat that matched the thumping of my heart. “That's right, Pixie, I can even read what your heart is doing. It's going insanely fast right now, it's slamming into your ribs and turning your skin red in the hottest fucking desire I've ever seen.”

Clamping my thighs shut, I rocked my hips. He was fucking killing me with his game, with his dirty fucking lesson.

Please! I can't take it much longer!

Machi rose to his feet, brushing his nose against mine. His lips traced the curve of my jaw as his breathing intensified and his hands clutched my hips. “Is this what you want? Do you want to trade fingers for me? Would that make you happy?” His leg pushed in, splitting my thighs open.

Straddling the thick muscle of his leg, my head dropped back as I rubbed my sex up and down, gyrating hard. I didn't need him to do anything, I'd get myself off if he wasn't going to give it to me.

Digging his fingers into my waist, he lifted my legs off the ground and wrapped them around his hips. His cock slipped up between my wet lips, the hard tip stroked my clit, sending a wave of shivers throughout my weakened frame.

Fragile and powerless, I leaned forward and bit the first piece of his skin I could sink my teeth into. Machi didn't yell, he didn't get angry and tell me I made a mistake. . .

He groaned, he moaned, he bit back.

Forcing my ankles to lock around each other, I clung to his waist, rubbing my pussy up and down the furry base of his firm muscle.

His hands worked their way up to my throat, following the pulsing veins under the skin, and curled into the base of my hair. Grunting, his mouth found mine as he kissed me hard and passionately.

I could taste myself on his lips, I could taste the nectar he devoured with his tongue and my sweetness in the back of his throat.

He kissed me like this was more than just a lesson, like the game had shifted at some point from playful to delirious want. He wanted it just as much as I did.

Whatever he was trying to teach me, he fell in with me.

In one quick thrust, Machi was buried inside my wetness, slipping in and out with ease. My muscles shook and quaked, tingled and tore with pleasure.

Riding his cock, I couldn't feel the tension in my shoulders anymore, I couldn't feel the soreness of my ass or the numbness in my hands. All I felt was him, his body, his hands, his heart beating against mine.

My hips bucked as his cock pounded hard and fast, teeth nibbling exposed skin, plucking and biting. Our bodies were in sync, the war on hunger was a lost battle as we devoured each other in silence.

And as I lost myself in that moment, as I allowed a piece of that world to excite me, to take me, to claim me. . .

My heart began to beat for more than life. It beat for him, it beat for his tender touch and comforting words.

I found something more in the dark, I opened the door and invited him in.

I found love in a monster.

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