Page 70 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

“I can handle a little pain.” I reached down, lining his head up with my slit.

His nostrils flared. “Not while I’m here.”

“Fuck me already, Jas.”

A growl tore through him, and he thrust inside me. I was already slick with my pleasure and his saliva, so there was no resistance.

My breath caught in my throat as he filled me.

His cock was thick—so insanely thick—I ceased functioning entirely for a moment.

He groaned, and the sound was almost tortured. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, baby.”

“Better than you imagined?” I breathed.

“You’ve got no idea.” He pulled out a little, and thrust in again.

Harder.

I choked on the fullness.

The pleasure.

The feel of him, hot and huge inside me.

It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before… and it was so much better.

I moaned, my hands moving down his arms. Over his chest. Along as much of his skin as I could possibly touch.

He parted me wider, and I felt his thumbs drag slowly over the hot, sensitive flesh where we were connected.

“You like the way you fill me?” I managed.

“So much that I’ll see it every time I close my eyes.” He thrust in again, and I cried out. “That feel good, Sweetheart?”

“You went back to baby for a minute.”

“Answer the question.” He thrust harder.

The motion put me over the edge.

A scream tore through me as the pleasure consumed me. Jasper snarled, slamming into me as he filled me with his relief.

Though the climax was amazing, it quickly morphed into something bigger.

Something stronger.

Something magical.

A connection bloomed between us, flooding my soul with Jasper. His warmth. His steadiness. His presence.

His emotions melded with mine—his feral need and hot, wicked pleasure.

Our bodies moved together, dragging each other back to the edge and over it repeatedly.

Again, and again.

Until exhaustion finally led us to crash in each other’s arms, in the same place on the couch that we’d started.

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