Page 42 of Fated for his Flame

“Whoa,” I said, realizing my mistake. “Easy there. Down boy. That was not what I was getting at. I just thought it’d be hot and fun.”

“It was,” he said, stretching. “Very fun.”

“I am not ready for that,” I said, placing a hand on his chest and pressing him down into the floor. “You are large. I am not used to that. This is out of commission.”

He pouted dramatically but could only hold the look for a split second before grinning. “Very well. I will attempt to be understanding of your … limitations.”

I sputtered and searched for the proper way to respond as he laughed, his body shaking.

“This thing,” I said, wrapping a hand around his shaft so fast and firm he immediately went rock-still, “was not a limitation earlier. If you think back, you were all the way inside me. Deep in my pussy, every inch of you, thrusting hard, and I took it all. Do you remember that?”

Silas’ eyes went wide with lust as I dropped the tone of my voice and added husky, enticing undertones to it. His cock twitched in my hand and began to swell once more as he nodded eagerly. “I remember.”

“Good,” I said. “Then you know I can take it. My body can take all of you. Without limitation.”

“You can,” he agreed, his shaft growing harder by the second. “I remember your cries as I slid inside you.”

I nodded. “Your thick, hard cock, it felt sooo good.”

Silas propped himself up now, eyes burning with embers threatening to reignite as I talked to him.

“Anyway,” I said in a light airy voice, releasing my grip and rolling onto my back to stretch my arms above my head. “I just wanted you to remember. That’s all.”

He stared at me.

I laughed. “You’ll survive.”

“That was not nice,” he growled lightly. “I have half a mind to make you pay.”

“And how would you do that?” I challenged.

“I would probably push you down into the bed like this,” he said, putting words to actions by rolling on top of me and straddling me with his cock almost between my tits.

“Then I would do what you teased,” he said, taking his cock in his hand and beginning to stroke it while I watched. “But this time, I wouldn’t stop.”

My pussy might be sore, but that was hot, and I stared up at him, watching his face as he jerked off, hard and fast, his cock now completely erect and mere inches from my face. I leaned up, flicking out my tongue to cover the tip in saliva.

Silas groaned.

It didn’t take long for him to stroke himself to a second climax. I braced myself for a mess, but it didn’t shoot far. Instead, several ropes splattered across my tits, coating them as he groaned and shook, his body twitching through it all.

My lip was sore from biting it by the time he sagged back, the unexpected second session now at an end.

“I’ll get you a towel,” he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

I lay there with his hot cum pooled around my left nipple, admiring the way it looked on my skin. My pussy tingled slightly, but I knew better than to push it. Joking aside, I was going to be sore later, and I knew it.

Totally worth it, though.

Silas returned and cleaned me up, wiping his cum from my body and tossing the towel to the side.

“So,” I said, arching my back slightly in another stretch, enjoying the way his eyes traveled the length of my body and back. “What do we do now?”

“Now,” he said with a post-orgasm, lazy half-smile, “we spend the next week teaching you how to dance.”

I snorted. “Seriously? I know how to dance, Silas. Come on.”

His smile grew into a full-fledged grin at my confidence. “Not like a dragon you don’t. And you’ll need to.”

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