Page 27 of Dragon Unhinged

I shake my head, so turned on right now that he could probably take me on a bed of broken glass and Legos, and I still wouldn’t protest about any sort of discomfort. “I’m sure we can make it work.”

He climbs onto the makeshift bed again and lays down, propping his head up on one arm like it’s a pillow before he gestures at his waist.

Not needing any more prompting, I move to straddle him, not quite ready to try to figure out how to take his beast of a cock inside me, but more than happy to be close to him. To touch. To play. To explore.

I might even be tempted to try to take him into my mouth, if it weren’t for the fact that he might just be too thick to fit.

Leaning down, I slide my breasts against his firm, hot chest, enjoying the way his hard muscles and coarse chest hair scrape against my nipples. My lips part in a silent moan before I lean in and kiss him hard, bruising my mouth on his perfect lips, trying to leave a mark on him too.

His beard is still wet, and as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his free hand moves to my ass, grabbing a hearty handful of flesh before he grinds up against me.

Good God. If I thought feeling him with our pants between us had been hot, this is about a trillion times better. I rock my hipsagainst his, sliding all the way up his length, from balls to tip. I’m so wet, I could probably come from just grinding on his cock.

Declan has other plans though, as his hand slides from my ass and he reaches between us, holding his dick straight up.

My breath catches in my throat, looking down at the thick mushroom shaped tip. How in the hell am I going to get that inside me? Even if I can stretch around him, is there any chance at all of getting every inch inside?

Declan must see the concern on my face, must be able to sense my hesitation, because he whispers, “Brianna?” It’s a gruff, gravelly sound, like his voice is straining as much as his cock is.

I swallow hard as I meet his eyes, looking away from his dick to focus on his face. “I’ve never done this. And you…you’re huge.”

He sits up until I’m straddling his lap again, his cock trapped between us, and his arms wrap around me to hold me close. “We don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this.”

I kiss him, melting into his embrace. “I want to. I really do. I just need to get out of my head about it.” I cup his cheek, rocking my hips again against his length. “I’m not afraid. Just a little…nervous.”

Declan smirks. “Do you want me to be in control this time? Take the pressure off you to have to do it?”

Damn him, but that sounds perfect. I doubt I could be a submissive partner, giving in to everything and anything demanded of me, but right now, not being in control, not having to figure out how to do it myself, seems like the exact thing I need.

Giving him a small nod, I whisper, “Please.”

Declan’s mouth claims mine again, so quick, so insistent, that I almost forget to breathe.

I could get lost in his kiss, get lost in his taste, and somehow, it feels like his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, short-circuits the part of my brain that spends too much time overthinking.

All I can do is feel. Want. Ache. Need. Heat. Sweat.

When his hands grip my ass and lift me up, I willingly comply, letting him man-handle me while his hungry kiss keeps me completely focused on his lips. On the rough way his tongue slicks over mine, the way his teeth scrape and nip at my lips.

That is, until his tip presses against my opening.

I gasp, my fingernails tightening into his shoulders.

“Relax, Brianna. I won’t hurt you.” His tone is commanding and stern, but there’s a note of tenderness and reassurance too.

I let go of my death grip, focusing instead on the way his eyes seem to burn with need for me. The way his touch seems to make my body want to melt, want to accept anything and everything he has for me.

As I sink down, inch by inch, he presses more and more kisses to my skin. Along my jaw. Down my neck. Over my collarbones. When his lips wrap around my nipple again, I arch into his kiss, moaning as I take him even deeper.

So full.

I’m stretched wide, but there’s none of the expected pain I assumed would be here. No fear. As I get used to him deep inside of me, the ache grows again, and I want more.

I used to think the idea of finding the “perfect” cock was a romance novel fantasy, but right now, all I can think is that Declan really does feel perfect. In every way I could imagine.

When I’m finally seated on his thighs again, he flashes me a cocky, self-assured grin as his hands massage my ass. “Good girl.”

My breath catches, his words feeling like a live wire sending a jolt of electricity through my skin.

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