Page 50 of Ditching the Dragon (Fated Dates)

“Kneel for me,” he demands, more growl than words. My body reacts instinctively, as if the idea was my own, and I sink to the floor.

My fingers shake as I scrabble for the shirt tucked into his waistband.

The fabric finally comes loose, but he straightens to yank it overhead. While he does, I attack his belt buckle and the button of his pants.

Bare skin welcomes me to touch. He’s completely naked underneath. Fuck, his hard shaft is the most perfect pink and weeping at the head.

His low murmurs are angry and unintelligible, but I wrestle the fabric off his hips while he tears my shirt from my body.

Shivers wrack me as I peer up at him from the floor, at the gentle roll of his chest and dusting of hair, then to the man himself, smirking like he’s annoyed he won.

He cups the nape of my neck and tempts my head upward.

“Open those gorgeous lips, mate, or I’m going to fuck you before you’re ready.”

I do as he commands and suck his cock into my mouth so hard that it hits the back of my throat. He backs off when I gag and proceeds to use both hands cradling my head and neck to push my mouth onto him.

Spittle rolls down my jaw and neck while he uses me, andfucking hell, is it the hottest thing any man has ever done.

“Finger yourself,” he grunts. “Open up that tight pussy for me to claim.”

I snake my hand between my legs and waste no time in doing as he asks. My digits slide easily through my soaked core, and I work on keeping my lips closed and suction tight while focusing on getting myself off.

I know I won’t. He’ll never let me get there unless he’s inside me. He’d said as much weeks ago and he’s delivered on that promise.

I roll my tongue around his shaft, and he pushes deeper into my throat again. When he feels me tense, though, he withdraws entirely.

“On the bed. Now,” he demands as he snatches a condom from his pants pocket on the floor.

I shouldn’t listen.

I know I shouldn’t, but I want to.

I want it so badly, he could ask for far worse.

As I’m crawling onto the mattress, thick fingers wrap around my ankle and haul me back.

“You’ll present for me first,” he says.

Before I can utter an“I’ll do what?”he positions my knees at the edge of the bed with my ass in the air.

My panties are jerked to my knees until one side tears.

Wick presses my chest into the stiff white linens with a hand between my shoulder blades. Fingers slip and twist through my soaked center.

“My mate wants to be fucked. Look how wet you are for me.”

He thrusts a finger inside me, and I struggle against the other hand holding me down.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Annie. I’ll be in you soon enough.”

I groan as his one thick finger, and then a second, thrust in. It’s tight, but the initial pinch adds to the fervor burning in my belly.

By the time he positions his hips behind mine, I’m rocking onto his hand in time with his movements.

Wick pushes the head of his cock into me, then teases me like that for several moments. The hand between my shoulders moves to my lower back.

He holds me down with tightly restrained insistence. It’s there in how his fingertips grip my skin. It’s in his quick shallow breaths.

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