Page 11 of Her Dragon

“Please, Artemis, I need to feel you inside me,” I pleaded. The two orgasms he’d given me were mind-blowing, but I had a hunch that it would feel even more amazing with his dick inside my tight channel.

He groaned, leaning back.

I thought his reaction might have meant he wasn’t ready, and he was going to stop. Instead, he quickly threw me over his shoulder and started padding down the hall.

“What are you doing?” I squealed as he opened a large wooden door, and my knees hit the softest mattress I’d ever laid on.

The bed was a large canopy, overlooking floor-to-ceiling windows with a gorgeous view of the woods. But I wasn’t paying any attention to the sight that would normally draw my eye because I had a better view of Artemis shoving down his gray sweatpants.

I didn’t know where to look. His tanned, taut abs, and then down to the massive dick he was now palming in his large hands.

“I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I met you, my treasure,” he rasped as he crawled on the mattress, kneeling in front of me.

Suddenly, my body was too overheated, and I needed to be just as naked as he was. Tearing off my T-shirt and bra, I tossed them to the side, not caring where they went. I just needed to feel all of him.

“Damn, baby,” he growled before lurching forward, capturing one of my small nipples in his teeth.

He palmed the other before sliding that hand down to my soaking sex.

“Please, Artemis, I need to feel you,” I whimpered.

He laughed, tickling my already sensitive chest. “As much as I enjoy the sound of it, there’s no need to beg. I can’t wait to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, so you’re gonna get exactly what you want.”

He held my gaze as he leaned back, positioning his large dick between my legs. Slowly, he slid just the head inside my tight sex.

“Fuck, treasure,” he moaned, sliding in just far enough to break through the proof of my innocence.

He didn’t move. He just sat there, letting my body adjust to his large girth as the sting of his invasion eased.

“I need you to guide me, Marielle. I don’t want to hurt you, so you tell me how it feels.”

“Amazing,” I moaned, wiggling my hips and sliding him farther into me.

“Fuck,” he moaned, gritting his teeth as if he was holding back.

But I didn’t want him to keep hold of his control. I needed to feel all of him. Putting my hand between us, I circled my clit, coating his dick in my wetness.

“Oh fuck, treasure. You look so beautiful like this. Are you going to make yourself come for me? I want to watch your face as you squirt all over my big, fat cock.”

His words were enough to send me over the edge as I cried out, my sex pulsating as I came hard all over his dick.

He gripped hard onto my thighs, slowly pumping in and out of my core. “Fuck, Marielle, you’re squeezing my cock so well.”

I wiggled my body, pushing closer as I met his same rhythm.

“Come again for me, treasure. I’m so close but need to feel you squeeze the hell outta my dick while we fly free together,” he commanded. His hand went to my clit, circling it in the same rhythm he pumped his large dick in and out of me.

My entire body pulsated as I cried out, desire pooling out of me and onto him. He stiffened, moaning as I felt him erupt inside me, eliciting another orgasm that shook me to my core.

I could barely keep my eyes open and wanted nothing more than to roll over and go to sleep. I might have even passed out as I felt Artemis’s large body shift off the bed and the sound of water trickling somewhere near me. But before I could drift off to slumber, I was gently carried off the bed and placed in a large, clawfoot tub, the scent of lavender surrounding me.

Slowly, the water shifted as Artemis climbed in behind me, letting me rest my head against his sweaty chest.

“Thought you might want to clean up before bed. Are you sore at all?” he asked, drawing lazy circles with a washcloth down my belly.

“Not yet. But it’ll be worth it if I am because that was amazing,” I sighed, leaning against him.

Even though it was my first time, I wasn’t lying. It was the best I’d ever felt. Yet I wasn’t going to admit it out loud, something did feel like it was missing. Like one last piece of the sexual puzzle.

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