Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 205637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 823(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 823(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
My belly fluttered. “What’s the dragon way?”
His smile was wicked. He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled my other knee into position so that I was straddling his semi-hard cock.
“Mmm,” he said, pulling my hair to tilt my head back. He ran his teeth down my neck before licking his mark. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He ran his mouth back up to my chin before crossing over to the other side.
“I want to hear how wet you are,” he rasped. “Reach down and finger-fuck your pussy.”
I groaned with his dirty words as he continued his slow, teasing torment. I reached between us and slid my fingers over my clit, feeling a jolt of pleasure before I tilted up my hips a little so I could slip a finger, and then two, into my cunt. My juices flowed around the digits and leaked down, coating his hardening cock.
“Fuck that’s hot,” he whispered as the slick sounds filled the air.
He sucked in the fevered skin on my neck as he sat up and rearranged my legs again, now totally wrapping them around him. He pushed me back a little, holding me in place so that he could bend and lick across one pebbled nipple.
“Keep fucking yourself, Finley,” he said before he sucked it in and rolled it around his mouth. “I want you to come on top of my cock before I put it back inside of you.”
I gyrated my hips up, using the heel of my hand to press into my clit while I curved my fingers into my pussy like he wanted. Eyes closed, I soaked up the sensations as his arms encircled me, keeping me steady, a band of immovable strength that made me feel as though I weighed nothing.
His cock was rock hard under me, its length pushing against the crack of my ass. He leaned over and sucked in the other nipple, dragging it through his teeth and sending a sudden jolt of pain turned pleasure racing through my body.
I groaned. The sensations heightened, on the point of blistering pleasure.
“Come for me,” he commanded, power ripping through me.
I cried out, shaking in his arms as he hauled me up against his chest. He fused his mouth with mine, angling to deepen the kiss, sucking in my groans of climax.
“Good girl,” he murmured against my lips, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand and lifting me.
The head of his cock dragged against my opening, stalling one moment before he yanked me down over him. It slammed home with satisfying roughness. He did it again, lifting me easily before crashing me back onto him, so deep and consuming. So thick.
He took a hand from my hip and wrapped it around the back of my neck, holding me to him. He pressed his other large hand to the back of my shoulder, passion mixed with power, his and mine. Our dragons were right near the surface, soaking it all in, the love, the lust, the ache for each other, the need. This was what they’d always craved. It was what they’d always worked to fulfill.
As if keeping them in mind, he broke the kiss so that he could rake his teeth down the flesh of my neck and settle his lips over his claiming mark, one hand still on my neck, keeping me put. The pads of his first two fingers on the other hand glided over my scales as his teeth skimmed against my mark.
A surge of pure carnal bliss shot through me, making me gasp. I jerked my hips against him wildly, arching as he finished running his hand over my scales.
“Oh goddess, that’s good,” I groaned, bobbing on him now, feeling the delicious friction inside of me.
He braced both hands beneath my columns of scales this time and rubbed a finger along the edge of each side. The pleasure was minimal, more of a hint of what was to come. A promise. Something to liven up a boring meeting, perhaps, or a dinner.
“Interesting,” he said softly, and I knew he’d file that away for just such a boring meeting or dinner.
He ran his fingers back down, this time with a hint of his nails. He thrust up as he did so, our coupling now wet and messy and loud and so fucking hot because of it. He sucked over my mark as his nails traveled my scales, and I lost all semblance of control.
I might’ve screamed. Or yelled something. The pleasure doubled and throbbed, pulsing within my body, across my back, along my fevered flesh. I couldn’t think through it, felt like I was pleasantly drowning within it.
I bobbed and jerked on top of him, no finesse, no sense of rhythm or composure. I couldn’t seem to control my body.
“That’s right, princess,” he growled, jerking his hips under me, thrusting up as I was coming down. “Let go for me.” Power laced his words, stripping away any defenses I might’ve possessed. “Let go.”