Page 51 of Myths and Shifts

I really liked being Daddy’s good boy.

I was going to tell him that once all my parts worked again, but by the time I was relaxed and his fingers weren’t playing the game anymore, I wasn’t thinking about being a good boy any longer. “I like playing with you.”

Turning around, I rested my head on his shoulder and pulled us both deeper under the spray. “Thank you for just having fun with me.”

Kissing my head, Daddy felt more like Pierce as he stroked my back. “I had fun too. Playing around. Teasing. It was a wonderful way to relax with you.”

He was so cute.

Wiggling my hips, I rubbed my soft cock against his hard one. “Only one of us is relaxed.”

Snickering, he slid one hand down and squeezed my ass cheek. “I think I remember hearing something about a bed tax. I think there should be some kind of shower tax.”

Trying not to laugh, I slid my hands between us and started caressing his chest. “Well, you did get me really clean, and once you have taxes, well, they just keep popping up in other places too.”

“They’re just sneaky like that.” Shrugging, Pierce kissed the side of my head. “It’s unfortunate but taxes are inevitable.”

I wasn’t sure about the unfortunate part, but I liked that it was going to happen on a regular basis.

“I pay my taxes. Don’t worry.” Making sure he could hear the desire in my voice, I started kissing down his neck and inching my way lower. “I willenthusiasticallypay any and all taxes.”

Because I had the sexiest mate ever…one who played with me and cuddled me and never made me feel like I was out of place.

Groaning, Daddy hugged me tight as I flicked my tongue over his nipple, but he forced himself to relax his hold as I teased it again. “Only if…if you want to, baby.”

He was so good to me.

“I do.” Barely scraping my teeth over his nub had him letting out a long breath and giving me a quiet moan. “Hold me tight, Daddy. I’m your boy. Your mate.”

And he could hold me as tight as he wanted.

I had a dragon mate and I was going to love every possessive gesture. Every watchful glance. Every hug. Every rule he gave me.

“I want to kiss you and lick you and taste you…” So I kept going lower and lower until I was kneeling in front of him, nuzzling his cock and doing my best to ignore the hard floor.

It wasn’t too rough but I wasn’t going to stretch it out into a long edging session until I’d planned better. Daddy seemed to be on the same page because he grumbled something about hurting me, but I cut it off as I wrapped my lips around his cock.

Yep, best way to turn his brain off completely.

It was going to be good information going forward, but for the time being, I just had fun learning what he liked best.

Everything.

Daddy seemed to like everything I did, which was sweet, but the deeper I took him the deeper he moaned. Hearing me gag just did it for him and had him letting out a string of fucks as he fought the urge to fuck my throat.

“Fuck. I can’t. That’s. Fuck.” The careful way he was holding my head and how rigid his fingers were said how sexy and rough his fantasies were.

Rolling his balls between my fingers got sighs from him that almost sounded relaxed, but gentle little tugs had the curses coming back.

Hmm.

Yep.

Combining both was magic.

Sliding down his length as far as I could go, I breathed through my nose and let myself gag around his head as I barely tugged on his balls.

Bingo.

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