Page 94 of Gift from the Tree

I’m a desperate, worked-up mess, dying for the release he’s about to give me. My clit is throbbing, and I’m dripping wet already, my hips moving by themselves with anticipation. It’s been a long fucking day of mixed feelings, and my skin feels tight with a need to drain every bit of it out. I want Draken to fuck the thoughts and worries right out, leave my mind blissfully empty.

Trailing kisses down my belly, he pulls my pants and underwear off in one hard tug. Spreading my thighs wide, he stares as he lazily runs his fingers through the wetness pouring out of me.

“Is this mess all for me, sweetness, or did Corentin have something to do with it too?”

My mind instantly floods with images of Draken and Corentin pleasuring me together. My body spread apart for them like an offering, doing as they please to me like my flesh is theirs for the taking. I almost come just thinking about it.

His deep hum is one of approval, and it sends shivers down my back, causing it to arch involuntarily. My limbs are already feeling heavy and the tingling that’s spreading throughout my body intensifies as he sinks his thumb inside of me before pulling it out and pressing it against my clit.

When he shoves two of his fingers deep inside my pussy, my head falls back to the armrest of the couch and my eyes flutter shut. Every pump and curl of his hand has me clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper.

“Don’t worry. Until my brothers get their shit together, I’ll take care of you. I’ll own this pussy, keep it all to myself.”

His dirty words send heat spreading from the tips of my toes to my lower belly, pressure building by the second.

“Please,” I beg him, riding his hand, chasing my pleasure.

“Watch me. Watch me come all over what’s mine,” Draken orders through panted breaths.

My eyes widen as I take in the size of his cock for the first time. It looks huge in his hand, a hand that’s way bigger than mine. Both of my hands will fit around its hard, heavy length and there’d still be more of it untouched. My pussy clenches thinking about how much he’ll have to stretch me to make it fit. It’s going to be a glorious fucking burn if he ever gives in and fucks me into oblivion like I’ve begged him to.

Coating his dick with my juices, he slowly begins stroking himself against me, moving in torturous circles, all while his fingers continue to pump in and out of me.

“Come with me, Draken.” Thinking about him filling me with his cock instead of his fingers has me close to the edge. I need more, more, more. I want everything.

“Now, Willow,” he commands through gritted teeth, and I free fall into my pleasure.

I force my eyes to stay open to watch him come undone for me. Roaring my name to the heavens for any god to hear, the look of pure pleasure on his face has my body convulsing and my orgasm dragging out.

His eyes are shifting, back and forth, from predator to man as he stares down at the mess he’s made all over me, and I can feel a mixture of the two of us dripping down me onto the couch.

A raw, primal growl leaves the depths of his chest as he starts rubbing his cum into my skin and using his fingers to shove it inside of me.

Fuck, that should not turn me on.

That must’ve satisfied his dragon because wide cobalt blue eyes stare up at me in surprise and I let out a heated laugh at his expression.

“Fuck, sweetness, I’m sorry. He was enraged seeing my cum all over you instead of filling you up.”

I try to hold back my small moan, but painting the picture in my head of Draken pounding into me until he comes has my hips twitching, asking for more.

“Look at you,” he groans in a low voice. “Thinking about me filling your pussy has you begging for more.”

“Draken, I need you.”

“Soon, I promise.”

I want to argue with him, but he’s already pumping his fingers in and out of me at a punishing pace.

Attacking me deliciously from all angles, he sucks a nipple in his mouth, his thumb circles my clit, and his curling fingers glide across that spot inside of me that drives me wild. It’s a sensation overload and my orgasm rips through me in no time, screaming his name, not caring who might hear me.

Leaning up, he kisses me in a long, slow kiss. I may be craving him to fuck me senseless, but his fingers and tongue are magical, and I could die right now, completely satisfied.

I try to cover myself haphazardly, but Draken takes over, getting a warm cloth from the bar sink and cleaning me up before dressing me back and moving me to sit on his lap.

Not even two minutes later, Corentin walks through the lounge door and heads over to the bar, not looking at either of us. My face flames red, wondering if he heard me again. The even dirtier, needier side of me wonders if he would’ve walked in and watched or joined in.

Draken leans his head low to whisper in my ear, “Are you thinking the same thing I am, little wanderer?”

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