YM778.TV Chapter 152 - I Want To Be Marked
Chapter 152: I Want To Be Marked
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I wanted to have sex. I wanted to be marked by Michael.
This idea powerfully swept my mind. My mind recalled Joanna’s fake smile. She told me Michael would not mark me, so I had to prove it to her.
Tonight, I wanted Michael to leave me with the unique mark. I had to prove that Michael belonged to me alone.
Even though I was a little uncomfortable with Michael’s erect penis, I put my arms around Michael’s neck and kissed him.
I tried to seduce Michael with my clumsy technique, and I felt Michael pause, turn around, and suck my lips even harder. Our breaths flowed into each other’s mouths, spreading like poison, numbing every nerve, and my mind was vulnerable to Michael’s passion.
Desire began to invade my brain even deeper.
I began to writhe in Michael’s arms, rubbing my chest against Michael’s, and naked sensuality took over my brain. I wished I could be inside Michael. His delicious mate scent made me a drug addict, our breaths mingling.
I felt a pain in my lips and a lack of oxygen in my brain.
I whimpered softly, but my limbs clamped around Michael uncontrollably, unwilling to let him go.
Michael was also panting softly, then he rubbed my private parts, which were already glistening with bodily fluid, and easily accommodated him.
“Ah...” I let out a moan from my throat.
I hung onto Michael, my face buried in his neck, and I kept rubbing his thick and broad chest with my nose. I desperately sniffed his scent and greedily absorbed all of his body.
His strong beast-like smell, no matter how much, was not enough. I wanted to melt into Michael’s body and absorb him into my bloodstream.
I began to twist my buttocks over Michael’s hot erection. I was a little disgusted with it, but now it kindled my desire; I desperately wanted to have him.
Michael inhaled sharply. Then, he placed his hands on my waist. Then, he lowered his head and bit my collarbone. In a low voice, he said, “Don’t move.”
“Give it to me... give it to me, Michael.”
“I know. Wait a moment.” Michael suppressed his voice.
“Wait for what... come in.” I twisted my body and begged.
Michael didn’t give me a response. I repeatedly rubbed my face against his chest and begged him to give me what I wanted.
Michael turned around and threw me onto the bed. I stared blankly when I saw a large body pressing down on me. He kissed the corner of my tear-stained eyes, then bit my already red and swollen lips and swallowed all my moans.
He touched the side of my waist several times, then slipped his hand between my legs.
It was so wet, and I saw Michael raise an eyebrow, obviously not surprised by my condition. I was a little embarrassed by his mischievous gesture and instinctively crossed my legs, but Michael elbowed my legs apart, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, “It’s so wet again.”
As he spoke, he slipped his fingers into me again, not one, but three at a time. He poked and prodded inside me, causing me to shiver.
Michael lowered his head and bit my lip again. I didn’t know what he had done to my lip, but I felt a constant heat and burning pain. I wanted to turn around and expose the back of my neck to Michael so he could leave a mark there.
But Michael just sniffed and whispered, “Smells good.”
Then, he pushed his erect penis against my wet, soft orifice.
From my angle, I could see how we would have sex. Michael’s long, thick penis was purplish-red and bulging. He looked like he couldn’t wait to pound it into me. Michael took one of my hands and led me to his penis. I felt a hot, thick, hard, hot shaft.
I tried to pull my hand back, but Michael held me down, and I felt him come inch by inch into my body.
He elevated my body a little and separated my legs. His penis was gently drawn out each time, firmly and powerfully thrust in. I twisted my body, trying to resist or pander. The sensation of the thrust made me feel uncomfortable, but the feeling of being filled and Michael’s breath made me want to stay with him.