Page 98 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

“Mmhm. It’d be hotter if you said that while you were inside me, though.”

“We can make that happen.” His hands slid up to the clasp of my bra, and slowly undid it before peeling it off my body, freeing my breasts. He rumbled again at the sight of me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“I feel the same way about you.” I pressed my thigh against his erection, making him growl. “We have to be quiet in here. Think you can handle it?”

“You should be asking yourself that question.”

I scowled. “You don’t think you’ll have a hard time with being quiet?”

His lips curved wickedly. “Nah.”

That was a challenge, if I’d ever heard one.

And my mind immediately went back to his words earlier, about following my commands.

“Prove it,” I said, and slid down his body.

His eyes narrowed as he watched me move toward his feet, stopping when my mouth was level with his cock. I silently dared him to tell me to stop, but we both knew he wouldn’t.

I’d never given him a blowjob before, which meant he’d never had one before.

And considering his obsession with going down on me, he had to be interested in it.

When he didn’t say a word, I freed his cock from his boxer-briefs.

The thick length of him sprang up, pointing toward me.

My eyes remained on his as I wrapped my fingers around his silky hardness and slowly lowered my lips to his tip.

His jaw clenched.

His cock throbbed.

His desire leaked onto my hand.

When I finally took him between my lips, a low, tortured groan rolled through my mind.

He couldn’t stop the rumble in his chest, but it was quiet enough not to stop me.

I bobbed on his length, taking him deeper in my mouth, and he buried his fingers in my hair. His grip was tight, but not painful.

The taste of him filled my senses as I dragged my tongue across the underside of his cock, and his hips jerked. He didn’t taste unpleasant, like some of the guys I’d been with—he tasted like fresh air felt in my lungs.

Natural.

Right.

Maybe even a little addictive.

He groaned again, more animalistic.

“You like that?” I asked him silently.

“Fucking love it.” His voice strained. “How do I taste?”

“Amazing.” I bobbed again, harder, and he snarled quietly.

“I’m going to lose it if you keep doing that.”

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