Page 61 of Tempting Her Dragons

“Sir, please,” I beg, not knowing what I am begging for. My arms shake, weakened by the lust and need inside me, and I struggle to hold myself up.

“Come, baby. Now,” he commands, and for some reason, it releases something inside me.

I have never been a woman who responds well to a man telling me what to do. I never thought I would melt when a man demanded my submission. I am. I do. I come. My pussy pulsing around nothing. Waves of euphoria roll over me in ways I didn’t think possible.

I drop to his chest as my body trembles, and I groan as my sensitive breasts press tight against his hot skin. He drops his arm and caresses my back. I slowly regain my senses and feel his hard cock. It was too fast, and I want more. I’m not ready for our time to be over.

Sliding down, my eyes find his, and his hand moves as I do, tangling in my hair when I stop. I reach for his pants.

“Baby, this was about you,” he says, his voice rough. I can hear the need he won’t admit.

“I want it to be about you, too,” I respond as I lower his zipper. He lifts his hips as I widen the denim.

Sucking cock isn’t my favorite thing. Let’s be honest, a penis is the least attractive thing about a man. The one thing I do enjoy is the reaction. Mav watches hungrily as I palm him. His breathing escalates, and his hand contracts in my hair. I lick from base to tip, and he hisses through his teeth. I am definitely not an expert on giving blowjobs, but I will give it my best shot.

He moves his legs apart to make room, and I kneel between them. I take him in my mouth, and he lifts his hips. I keep my eyes on his, taking in every breath and movement. I want to give him as much pleasure as he has given me.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps. “Harder.” I give him what he wants. “I love your mouth. So fucking hot.” He drops his other hand and fists the sheet at his side. I take that as a good sign.

What I lack in technique, I make up for with enthusiasm. I take him as far as I can without gagging and am rewarded with a deep growl. My hair falls around my face, and he gathers it in his fist when it blocks his view. His stomach flexes, and a deep rumble comes from his chest. I slowly gain speed, sucking hard with every upstroke. The slurping sound is obscene, and I never thought hearing it would give me such satisfaction. I grip the base of him, squeezing.

“Saph, I’m going to come,” he groans. His eyes brighten, and the natural blue bleeds with green. His mouth opens, and his teeth elongate. I double my efforts, eager for him to lose control. I want him to come into my mouth. “Baby,” he garbles, and he releases. For the first time, he looks away as he presses his head deeper into the pillow. I swallow quickly.

I become loving, using my tongue to caress as I pull back. His hand drops heavily from my hair to the bed as I sit back on myheels, and I watch his chest heave. I restrain myself from asking if I did well. Ultimately, if he comes, I believe it was successful.

“Come here,” he demands, and I crawl over him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. “Thank you, baby. That was fucking amazing.”

“Really?” I ask and bite my lip.

“Saph, you did so good,” he says, and I grin, absurdly pleased with myself. “I wasn’t expecting it. I loved it.”

“Good,” I mumble. He moves to his side, and I drop beside him. He zips his pants but leaves them unbuttoned. I meet his eyes, and he cups the side of my face.

“You can do that anytime you want,” he smirks.

“Ditto,” I smirk back and he laughs.

“You didn’t feel the urge to use your word?” he asks.

“No. I trust you, and I didn’t feel any of the panic I did before.” I think it was an isolated incident.

“That’s good.” He kisses me. “Don’t ever forget to use it in the future if you panic.”

“I won’t,” I promise, and the warmth and trust for him expands.

“Are you tired now?”

“Yes.” He moves his arm underneath me and lays on his back, pulling me into his side. “What about King?” I have no idea how much time passed.

“He’s fine.”

“How do you know?” I relax, sliding my hand over his stomach.

“I can feel him,” he says. “Really?”

“We are bonded in a way. Being together for as long as we have as best friends and brothers, we can communicate in our dragon form, but also to some degree in our human bodies.” He throws the sheet over us. My brothers can connect emotionally and mentally on another level even in their human forms.

“I suppose that makes sense.” My eyes droop. The orgasm and being snuggled up to my hot dragon relaxes me.

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