Page 99 of Never Flirt with a Dragon

“That’s the point, Jas” I teased.

“You going to let me fuck you after you swallow my pleasure?”

“Hell yes.”

“Good.” His grip tightened in my hair, and I moved my hand as I bobbed over him again, working his whole length. He swore into my mind as I repeated the motion once, and again, pushing him over the edge.

He was breathing hard, his eyes hot and intense as he watched me swallow his pleasure. I dragged my tongue over his tip to lick him clean as I released my lips from his erection, and he throbbed in my fist.

In the blink of an eye, he had me on my back, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He had my panties on the ground and his mouth on my core before I could ask what he was doing.

A loud gasp escaped me when his teeth caught my clit lightly, his hands landing on my breasts.

“Stay quiet, baby,” he growled into my mind, as he dragged his tongue around my clit.

“Mmhm,” I moaned into his mind.

He licked me.

Bit me.

Soothed it with his fingers before he recaptured my breasts, dragging his thumbs over my nipples.

His teeth left my core for a moment, and I had to bite back a cry at the loss of his touch.

They landed on the inside of my thigh—and I had to stifle my groan with my hand as his teeth sank into my skin, sending intense waves of pleasure through me.

I climaxed quickly with the sensations, but he didn’t stop.

He released my thigh and recaptured my clit, dragging me back to the edge so fast it made my head spin.

“You still with me, baby?” his growl rolled through my mind, intensifying the intimacy of the moment.

“Think so,” I breathed.

“You ready for my cock?”

“You tell me.”

The response earned me a wicked chuckle, and he gave my clit one last love bite before he rose to his feet, taking off his boxer-briefs as he stepped up to my core. “You’re so fucking sexy.” His voice was low and gravelly in my mind.

“Ditto.”

He laughed, using his grip on my knees to open me up wider and lift my ass off the bed. The head of his cock met my center, and my hips arched a little, pressing him to my opening. “How do you want it today?”

“Slow and rough, Jas.” That was our specialty.

He rumbled in approval, and pulled me closer as he thrust into me slowly.

My breathing grew shallow as he bottomed out inside me, rocking a few times in a way that made me moan.

“Quiet,” he warned.

“You feel way too good to be quiet.”

“Feel free to scream into my mind.”

He pulled out and thrust again, and I forced myself to keep my mouth shut, crying in pleasure mentally.

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