Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
A shudder works through his body, and his grip on my ass tights, his claws pricking my skin. “I am trying not to scare you.”
I know. That’s why I feel safe enough to do this. I stroke down his upper cock, doing my best to hold his gaze. I need to know how far this goes. He’s trying to hold back, and while I deeply appreciate that, I also want to get under his skin just as much as he’s gotten beneath mine in such a short time. “Promise me this pendant will work.”
His breath hisses out. “It will work. I promise.”
“Make me cum,” I whisper. I lick my lips. “Fill me up.”
“Fill you up.” He arches up until our faces are even. “What a little fucking tease you are, Briar.” I tense, but he’s not saying it like it’s a bad thing.
Still… “I’m sorry?”
“No, you’re not.” He loops his forearm around my waist, and then we’re moving. Sol easily climbs off the bed without dislodging me from his cock and turns to set me down on the edge of the bedding. He leans over and presses his hands down on either side of my head, staring at my splayed body. “You like to make me crazed.”
He’s right. I do.
I like it even better when he starts moving, fucking into me in slow strokes that never go too far. I press down on his top cock, so that he’s fucking against my body. It feels so good, my back bows.
“My bride.” He thrusts a little harder. Testing me. “You’ve got a needy little pussy, don’t you? Is that enough cock for you, Briar?”
“No.” I shake my head against the bedding. What felt like too much only a short time ago is suddenly exactly right. “I can take more, Sol. Please.”
“You’re a good girl, Briar.” His voice does that sibilant thing that curls my toes. “A good girl for everyone else. Not for me, though.” He nuzzles my throat, his teeth dragging lightly over my vulnerable skin. “For me, you’ll take every inch and ask for more.” He thrusts deeper.
“Yes!”
“Tight little pussy practically begging me to fill you up.” He hardly sounds like he’s speaking to me. His words blur together until they’re nearly incomprehensible. He traces the pendant cord with his tongue, and for one breathless moment, I think he means to bite it right off. I’m so far gone, I might cum on the spot if he did.
Sol doesn’t, though. He promised, after all.
He picks up his pace. I can tell he’s still being careful with me, but not nearly as careful as he was up to this point. Each stroke makes my breasts bounce and steals the breath from my lungs. “Cum, Briar. Right fucking now.”
Pleasure surges, sending me closer to the edge, but it’s not enough. “I can’t,” I sob. I try to move, to meet his thrusts, but I’m pinned too effectively.
“Fill you up,” he mutters. “Put a baby in you.”
“No.” But I lift my hips to take him deeper. “You won’t.”
Sol’s hissing laugh is almost cruel. Almost…but not quite. “Then tell me to stop. Because if you don’t, I’m going to cum inside you, bride.” His stroke hitches, losing its smooth rhythm. “And if I fill you up, I’m never going to stop. Do you understand me? Every chance I get, you’re going to be on my cock. One and then the other.”
“I—” Whatever I was about to say ends in a startled scream as he thrusts deep. It feels like he’s pounding against the end of me, each spurt from his bottom cock a throbbing contact even as his cum overflows my pussy.
Sol barely waits for the spurts to stop before he jerks out of me and then fills me with his second cock. “Take it, bride. Take it all.” He thrusts deep a second time, and it’s too much. I scream my way through an orgasm even as he follows, filling me…overfilling me…and then slumping down onto his side and taking me over with him, his cock still twitching inside me.
I come back to myself in waves. A deep kernel of pleasure still throbs inside me, and I have the mildly horrified thought that it wouldn’t take much for me to turn back into that scandalous woman demanding Sol fuck me and fill me.
Who was she?
He pulls me closer, and I try to mind the fact that I’m soaked from the waist down or that I am going to be incredibly sore as soon as the endorphins wear off. I try… And I fail.
“Too much?” he finally asks.
God, but I like this dragon. I nuzzle his scaled chest and then jump when his cock twitches inside me. “Stop that. I can’t take any more.”
“You’ll take what I give you.” But there’s no urgency behind the statement. “Answer the question, Briar.”