🔥🔥 The Captain’s Slave part 13 🔥🔥

Previously…

Her eyes widen. All smugness is wiped from her face. She recedes into the innocent girl sprawled on my dining table, too shy to beg for more but clearly relishing the pleasure of my tongue against her pussy.

“Bend over on the fence. Now.”

Presently…

SEVEN’S POV

I glance at the fence, and then back at Malik. The fence is sturdy, but Malik is sturdier and surely would plow me straight through the thing.

My moment of bravery has passed, and I consider asking him for mercy. But I don’t. I don’t because I like the predicament I’m in. I love seeing the lust in Malik’s eyes. The way his voice rumbles and his jaw is locked tight.

I love the tension between us. The danger of being utterly ruined by him. Life before him was so stagnant. Now, with Malik, there is a push and pull of power. Power that I’ve never held before, but I somehow earned.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he snaps at me. Nostrils flaring and fists clenching. His biceps are taunt, and I wish he wasn’t wearing any clothes so I could see the effect I have on the rest of his beastly body.

“Don’t look shy and cornered. You fucking love this. You thrive in it.”

He’s right. His intelligent eyes can see right through me.

“Your wish is my command, master,” I whisper as I turn around and slowly lift my skirt.

I know the words will only piss him off further. Because he knows I’m playing a game with him. I am not submissive like my words imply. I lift my skirt because I want to, not because I’m mindlessly trying to please him.

I think this is why Malik whose me over Kitto. Because Kitto wouldn’t have the recklessness to play mind games and word riddles with him.

My skirt reaches mid-thigh, and the sight of my bare, soft skin is enough to have him pouncing on me.

He pushes against me, driving me forward until I’m flush between the wood fence and Malik’s muscular frame.

His cocks are impossibly hard against my ass, and when I peek to the left, I see that he keeps his legs spread apart to lower himself and ensure I feel his cocks where he wants them.

“You must be the worst servant on Zolan,” he snarls. “Snippy and insolent.” His teeth graze my ear, and I shudder.

His hand slides between us and works to undo his pant ties. Then he nudges my underwear aside, working the tip of a cock against my aching, wet entrance. Completely willing to be nailed into the wooden fence one rough stroke at a time.

“That’s what I thought,” Malik growls, rubbing his tip against me but not penetrating. Soaking his cock in my thick slick, until a diabolical sound of our wet flesh fills the afternoon air.

I bite my lip, tempted to beg him to enter me. But I don’t. Not yet. I still want to play games.

I spin quickly and lower myself before Malik gets a change to blink. I fall on my knees, and our expressions reflect. He looks shocked, and so do I.

He must be surprised by my brashness. I, however, can’t believe the cocks swaying above my head. I’ve seen very few cocks in my life from drunkards and obscene men, and none looked like this. Malik is built like a god. I don’t care if it’s blasphemy to say it. He has me kneeling with my mouth open, ready to pray for his cum.

The twins partly block my view of Malik as they throb erectly. I can see his heartbeat in every throb. See the passion in those veiny, crimson cocks. And I want to taste it. I want to feel him throb down my throat.

I feel an animalistic hunger no one has inspired in me before. I don’t know where this beastly desire came from. The romance novels I used to read were tame, but look at me now. Kneeling in the dirt under broad daylight and two massive cocks. Instinct driving my wide mouth higher to consume them.

Malik raises a hand near my head, seemingly wanting to stop me. But his arm just hovers nearby. Strong with muscles but not with the will to stop my mouth from wrapping around his lower cock.

“Fuckkkk,” he shakily grits. Teeth clenching and cocks jerking.

His upper cock rests on my face, covering one eye as my mouth explores the twin. I keep my eyes open, watching Malik as I suck as much thick cock into my mouth as possible, fascination becoming fear when I realize I can’t suck much of him at all. He is endless. Too thick for my small, inexperienced throat.

What have I gotten myself into?

It doesn’t matter. I can’t stop the game now. Not when Malik—such a powerful and decorated male—is looking completely devastated by a nameless slave like myself.

His thick, long legs are slightly trembling, threatening to send him to his knees beside me on the dirt.

I sway my tongue from side to side, wetting as much as I can reach. My eyes tear when his swollen tip reaches the back of my throat, suffocating me. But I keep puckering my lips and sucking, echoing the pleasure he gave me yesterday into his body.

He pants heavily, eyes hooded but locked on me. Refusing to blink as he watches me give into my filthiest desires.

I want to swallow his cum. I want him to know that it’s warming my belly every time he looks at me over the next few days. I want it dangerously close to my womb. I want to take it from Malik, render him speechless, powerless, as he pumps his seed into my hungry cheeks.

I find a perfect rhythm. Not too fast to risk scraping him with my teeth, but not too slow. My jaw is quickly tiring from gaping open to accommodate the monster cock in my mouth. But I’m determined, and Malik’s groans and subtle thrust of his hips are encouraging.

He settles his hand at the top of my head, giving up all notions of pulling me away. He sounds lost in the pleasure. His upper cock leaking pre-cum on my face as his second jerks threateningly in my mouth.

I squeeze his thighs, unable to wrap my hand around even half of their width. I sturdy myself and shove my face toward his groin harder, faster. Gagging and tearing, but cock-hungry and relentless.

Malik groans to the sky, his feet shifting like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

He roars to the sky as both cocks explode, spilling cum in my mouth and over my face. I swallow quickly, struggling to keep up with the endless load while learning his taste.

I swipe most of my face with my skirt and remain kneeling as Malik stares down at me. Panting and still leaking from his cock tips.

“What…who taught you that?” He pants. Fists clenching like he’s preparing to crush the unnamed man.

“You,” I whisper, licking my lips as his searing hot load travels down my esophagus.

He groans again and cups my cheek, dwarfing it with his palm. He stares at me in utter defeat as he asks, “What have you done?”

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A/N: he’s addicted 🤭