Page 75 of Primal Dragon

He rolled off her. “How about you ride me this time?”

Quinn propped herself up and looked over his body. “You want me to ride you? You don’t think I’m going to crush you?”

He shook his head. “I think it’s going to be sexy as hell.”

Quinn sat up and twisted until she was on her knees next to him. “You’ll have to guide me.”

“Don’t think about it, sweetheart, just go with your instincts. Your body knows what it wants.”

Quinn swung her leg over his hips, bracing herself on his broad chest. His muscles twitched under her palms. She righted herself, and his cock was pressed against her pelvic bone.

“All right, rise up, prop your leg up, and I’ll help line my cock up.”

She nodded, following his instructions. He watched as she slipped the head of his dick inside her and then shifted her weight so she could slide down his pole.

“Fucking hell, you feel amazing,” he groaned.

Quinn was straddling him with him buried deep inside her. She rocked her hips, testing how it felt to move with him. He brought his hands to her hips and gently guided her. She lifted up and came down.

“Are you sure I’m not crushing you?”

“Sweetheart, all I can feel is your pussy wrapped around my cock. There’s nothing else that matters right now.”

She smiled.

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?”

She shook her head and lifted her hips again, slamming back down on him harder this time. Their moans filled the cabin as she picked up the rhythm, getting used to the new position. He reached up and cupped her tits, his fingers toying with her hard nipples and tugging on the nipple rings.

He couldn’t believe she had his heartstone and that they had twisted into nipple rings. He felt fucking lucky as all hell. And she was sexy as fuck with his heartstone. He loved that she was his and that she had his heartstone before he even met her.

Their bodies rocked together as she rode him roughly. She let out the best little noises as she grew closer to coming. He was going to enjoy learning her body and how to make her mewl and cry out all the time.

He was growing addicted to everything about Quinn. He knew he would never get enough of her. He would take whatever he could get.

“Henrik,” she panted, “I’m gonna come.”

He moved his hand, placing his thumb right on her clit, rolling small circles over it. Her body jerked and she pressed her palms back to his chest and started riding him harder while he stimulated her, pushing her hard and fast to her climax.

He wanted to watch her come undone above him.

She threw her head back and slammed back down on him as her body clenched down hard. He rubbed her sensitive nub faster and she bucked up and he was pretty sure he just sent her into another orgasm.

It was all he could take watching her writhe on top of him. He clamped his hands down on her hips and thrust up spilling into her again.

Quinn started to move off him and he held her in place.

“I don’t want to lose this quite yet.”

She bent forward and kissed him, laying her body over his. “I had no idea that sex could be like this.”

“I figured there had to be a good reason for all the good press, but never did I imagine it would be like this. You are amazing.”

She buried her face against his neck, her hot breath against his skin doing nothing to calm down his urges. “Henrik, you’re still hard.”

He laughed. “I’m sorry. I’m completely insatiable for you.”

“I think I might become a sex addict because of you,” she said.

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