Page 58 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

Only this time, I knew what it was I saw in them, what that other “thing” was lurking in their depths. It was his dragon, and he was no longer holding it back. Together, “they” took me to the edge of the hot spring, laying me back on a warm rock, where he removed the last of my clothing.

“You look like a mermaid straight from my erotic dreams,” he growled lustily, his body swelling. All of it.

“I feel like a damsel about to be ravaged,” I breathed heavily.

“Is it truly ravaging if her body is practically begging for it?” he teased, running his eyes over my naked form.

“I—Oh, fuck.”

He’d been waiting for me to reply, and the instant my mouth opened, he ran his tongue up between my lower lips and over my clit. Holding me there, inches above the surface of the water, only his head and arms visible, he pleasured me.

I was on display for anyone who passed by to see, but my eyes were only for Damon. And his for me. They never wavered, looking up at me over my mound, watching my every movement, his ears listening to every moan, every hiss, every choked-out word. He made me his entire focus, and my body reaped the benefits.

“You really like doing that,” I said with a giggle-moan as he lifted my legs higher and licked my ass.

“As if you don’t love it,” he growled wickedly, running a hand down the inside of one leg so he could slip a finger inside. Then he added one to my asshole, fingering both holes while his mouth returned to my clit.

“I didn’t know I did,” I moaned, gripping handfuls of thick black hair, pulling his face in tight to my pussy while I twitched with every movement, every touch of his tongue, every little pulse of his fingers. “But, oh, god, it feels so good. And I feel so slutty.”

“You are slutty,” he murmured. “You’re my slut.”

The sheer possessiveness of his tone amplified everything, and seconds later, I was on the edge of coming. Damon took note and stopped talking, focusing on pleasuring me.

“I’m so close,” I whispered, twitching involuntarily as my muscles started to spasm. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

Words failed me after that, but anyone passing by would have known what was happening as my cries filled the air, scattering a flock of birds from some nearby trees.

Damon held me tightly, his tongue moving slower and slower as I came down from the heady high of one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced. Between the finger in my ass, the exposed nature of my body, and the sheer intensity rolling off Damon, I’d stood no chance.

He flipped me over onto all fours and, in seconds, was mounting me from behind. I pushed back slightly, exposing myself to him. The deep growl as his hands closed on my waist brought a grin to my face.

“What a fucking sight,” he said.

Then he spanked me. I yelped, mostly in surprise, instinctually lowering my upper body to the rock, leaving my ass high in the air.

Like a good boy, he slapped his hand against my other cheek. I bit my lip, enjoying the little tingle of pain. Then, in a spurt of inspiration, I wiggled my ass at him. Inviting more.

I got it.

The tip of his thick cock pressed between my lips and slid deep inside me in one slow, smooth movement. I gasped, fingers tightening into fists as he plunged his entire length into my tight pussy.

“So tight,” Damon growled, pulling me back onto him by my hips. “God damn. Feels so good.”

His grunts intensified as he thrust faster, mingling with the moans I was sure came from me but was no longer aware of. The constant pounding of his cock was turning my brain to mush. My knees and elbows would be scraped, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, all of him, inside me. Now.

“Fuck, yes,” I heard myself say, trying to push back onto him to capture just a little bit more of his cock.

“Play with your clit,” he ordered, his hands tight around my waist, almost lifting me into the air as he fucked me harder and faster. “Make yourself come for me.”

I didn’t need any encouraging. He was already swelling in me, and I doubted he would last much longer. Not with the intensity of our fucking. Going down on one forearm, I shoved two fingers between my legs and did as I was told.

“I’m going to fill that tight little pussy with my cum,” he growled, and I moaned louder as his cock hardened. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes. Please. Give it to me. Fill me.”

My fingers stiffened, moving faster. I was going to come. Again.

“Fuck.”

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