Page 55 of Surge of Ice

“What the fuck?” I murmur, fighting the urge to strangle him.

He chuckles. “Not yet.”

Parting my folds, he simply stares between my legs. Not touching. Not tasting. Just staring.

“Seriously, Zane, I’m going to kill you.”

His tongue darts out, and he licks me again. My back arches, I try to grind myself against him, but he won’t let me. Why? I don’t have a fucking clue.

“Zane!”

“Not yet.” Then, he licks me again.

I feel like I’m going out of my mind. Releasing his head, I rub my hands against my face, trying to calm myself down. It doesn’t work. I’m buzzing like a live wire. I need this release.

He goes back to slowly licking me. I tangle my hands into the sheets, trying to reach my orgasm, and failing. The bastard seems to know exactly what to do to make sure I can’t get off.

Finally, he climbs up my body and stares at me, eyes dark. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” Grabbing my legs, he pushes them up until my knees are on each side of my head. “And you deserve to be pleasured well.”

I wait, holding my breath.

His tip presses into my entrance. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” slips from my lips.

Of course I’m ready. I feel like I was ready the first time I saw him.

I watch him, his long white-blonde and blue hair falling around his face, his pale blue eyes locked onto me. Inch by inch he eases himself inside of me, while I try to remember to breathe. The fit is tight. Almost impossibly tight. But luckily for me, I have some experience taking guys about as long as telephone poles and as thick as the trunk of an old tree.

When he reaches his hilt, we’re both breathing hard, never losing eye contact. He pulls back out, then slams back in, and I cry out. Then, he pulls back out, and slams back in.

My hands are tangled in the sheets again. Every drop of willpower is gone, while my body burns with a desire to get off, and get off hard. I wonder if he’ll let me come. If he’lleverlet me come.

He sure as fuck better.

Then, he starts to take me hard and deep, over and over again. Faster and faster. Building my desire until I’m right at the cliff again.

And he stops.

“You fucking ice dragon better let me come, or I’m going to break your God damn dick!” I shout.

He chuckles, a dark erotic sound. “Trust me.”

For a few minutes, he just stays still inside of me, and then he begins to pound into me once more. I chant his name. I close my eyes and ride the waves of my desire.

And he stops.

“Fucking Zane!!!!!”

This time he isn’t laughing. He looks like he’s fighting his own desire, and an idea occurs to me. He might have an effect on me, but I have an effect on him too.

“That’s okay, don’t give it to me,” I whisper, then tighten my inner muscles around him. His eyes widen, but I just keep going. “I don’t need your big cock to come inside me, I can find Aydan or Evander, and they’ll be glad to give me their cum. They’ll be glad to push their long, thick cocks inside of me and make me–”

He groans and starts pounding into me once more, his movements as wild as his eyes. I tell myself this is it. This is the time. Because if he pulls back again… and then, he does.

I go wild, shoving him off of me and onto his back onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, I don’t hesitate. I put that hard cock back inside me and I ride him like the sex toy his dick is to me right now.

He tries to slow me down, but I pin his arms over his head and bite his neck, knowing damn well that he’s strong enough to push me off. And also knowing damn well he won’t, because this is some kind of game to him.

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