Page 84 of Gift from the Tree

“None of that, sweetness. I’ve been dreaming of my lips branding your skin since the first moment your eyes met mine. Let me savor you. I’ll give you what you need.”

“Please,” she begs, but she doesn’t have to beg me. I’ll give her whatever the fuck she wants and more in just a moment.

I lay a kiss on the inside of her creamy thigh and drag my tongue down her leg until I leave a kiss on the inside of her ankle. Switching legs, I do the same, inhaling deeply as I spread her thighs apart and lick my lips.

“Draken, no one’s ever… I’ve never…”

“No one’s ever tasted this sweet pussy.” I can feel pre-cum wetting my boxers. The knowledge of being the first man to devour this delicacy is going to make me embarrass myself.

“You. You’ll be the first,” she breathes.

Growling, I dive in like a man starved.

In one long lick, I drag my tongue from her opening, sucking up all her juices, to her clit and roll it on my tongue. She lets out a long moan, her hands flying to my hair.

I could live off the taste of her for the rest of my life and I’d survive. I’d fucking thrive if she let me eat her out to my heart’s desire every day.

Alternating between her clit and plunging my tongue inside of her, her pussy grips me, not wanting to let me go every time I enter her. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking my tongue furiously as I push one of my fingers inside of her, pumping it a few times before curling it toward me.

I feel her legs begin to tense and shake, and I know I’m about to experience the realm’s most magical fucking earthquake.

“Dra-Draken, I’m going to—”

She throws her head back, moaning my name. My own groans mixing in with the sounds of her pleasure echo around the room in perfect fucking harmony. The sight of her coming undone, the evidence of it all over my face and hand, makes me come, a release so powerful even my dragon shivers. It’s fucking glorious.

“I never knew it would feel like that,” she pants out as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm slowly with my finger.

“You didn’t think having your pussy eaten would feel so good?” I ask with a cocky smile.

“That, yes. But coming.”

I stop my movements and stare at her in awe. Why the thought didn’t occur to me that this would be her first orgasm, I don’t know, but for a second, my mind completely fucking melts.

“That was your first orgasm, sweetness.” I don’t know if I’m asking or stating, but satisfaction swells in my chest.

“From someone other than myself, yes.” Her face is flushed from her release and from admitting that to me, but my dick’s already hard as fuck again, knowing I was the first to eat her out and I own her first orgasm.

It’s mine, all fucking mine.

“Let’s see how many more I can give you.” I’m already back to eating her out, my new favorite meal, before she responds, drawing more music to my ears as her moans get louder and louder.

As the second orgasm rolls through her, she begs me to back off, but her pussy still has my fingers in a death grip, her body betraying her words.

“One more, little wanderer, give me one more.” I lay slow, long licks up and down her swollen pussy lips, spreading them wide so I can conquer every inch of her. When I curl my finger inside of her, she pushes my head back down and grinds against my face, taking exactly what she wants from me, and I fucking love every second of it.

By her third orgasm, she shoves my face from between her thighs, sealing her legs shut as her eyes close from exhaustion.

“I can’t. No more. Please,” she slurs her words, delirious from pleasure. Just the way I wanted her. I have plans to leave her like this many, many nights. Every fucking night if she’ll let me.

I go to the bathroom and wet a warm washcloth so I can clean up the mess I made of her and myself, but I pause walking back to the bed to admire her. She’s rolled onto her stomach, hair tangled from shaking her head back and forth, and her exquisite peachy ass is on full display. I have to refrain from walking over there and biting it.

I gently roll her back over, laughing as she groans, trying to shove me away, and I clean her up. Pulling one of my shirts over her head, I lay a kiss on her forehead and situate us where she’s sleeping on my chest. Sighing, I close my eyes and drift to sleep smiling, pleased I can still taste her on my tongue.

Nineteen

Willow

Get your mind out of the gutter and focus on this damn class.

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