Page 75 of Myths and Shifts

It was a close call, though.

“Are you ready to ride your dragon?” Going back to stroking his cock since he’d come down from the edge, I loved the way he started rocking over me. “That’s right. You’re going to feel so good.”

And I was finally going to come.

It felt like I’d been hard for years and I’d literally woken up dreaming of sliding into him. Which, thinking about it, might not have actually been my dream.

Bonds were weird.

They were useful, though, so I pushed my desire through it and pictured him riding me, cock sliding deep into him and stretching him.

Bingo.

“That, Daddy.” Eyes rolling back again, he pushed his ass back like he was imagining being filled. “I want that.”

“I want that too.” Continuing to jerk him off, I kept the image as clear in my head as I could. “Are you ready to ride your dragon?”

As he gave a slow, drunk-looking nod, he rose on his knees and pushed the front of my briefs down. “My toy.”

The toy in question liked that description and jerked to give its approval. Merritt snickered and his eyes lit up. He definitely wasn’t his biggest, but since I’d been referring to it as some kind of King of the Mountain game, I wasn’t going to complain.

Besides, it was cute.

No one had ever been that excited to make love to me and it was giving me a thrill I hadn’t expected.

“That’s right, sexy boy.” And he’d run out of patience, so I didn’t bother actually getting naked as I wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and moved the other to his hip. “Time to ride.”

Thank the dragons above.

“I’m going to have so much fun, Daddy.” His adorable earnestness made me want to laugh, but the way he slowly sank down onto me chased away anything but desire. “Oh, Daddy…”

Yes, he loved the burn and the stretch.

His sexy moan filled the room as my cock filled his tight body, but it was the look of bliss and desire on his face that I would never forget. “Daddy…that’s…I’m…”

Full.

He was feeling very full based on the sensations that were flooding through the bond.

“That’s right, baby. Show me how good it feels.” I wasn’t sure of how much of my sensations he was getting through the bond, but for me, it was fucking perfect. “Ride your dragon.”

Because he needed to move before I went crazy.

A giggle said he might’ve gotten that thought too, but thankfully it just spurred him on and my sexy cowboy finally started riding his dragon.

Rising up, he sank lower and rocked his hips, the motion mimicking him riding in a saddle. My own bark of laughter pushed my hips up and I fucked him harder, getting a sexy groan from him. “Ride, baby. Show me how sexy you are. Ride your dragon.”

Instinct finally took over and his body started moving faster, clenching around me every time he bottomed out. My naughty boy loved it hard and fast and the game of riding me seemed to please every loveable side of him.

It also seemed to hit his button perfectly every time because he made the most incredible sounds when the head of my dick rubbed over it. “I…Daddy…”

He was close was what I was pretty sure he meant, so I was a helpful mate and wrapped my hand back around his cock, jerking him off in time to his erotic movements. My sexy boy was so appreciative, he cried out loud enough for most of the motel to hear as his orgasm ripped through him.

Again, I was helpful and did my best to keep his orgasm going as long as I could before he collapsed onto my chest and I finally let myself come. My incredible mate kept clenching around my cock even as the rest of him went boneless and he even sent me the sensations of how good it felt.

By the time I was as boneless as he was, we were both exhausted and it took more effort than it should’ve to just kiss his head and run my hand down his back. “Mate.” Bubbly happiness that felt like laughter filled my head and I could feel how content he was coming through as well. “Me too.”

That got a verbal laugh too and he turned his head enough to kiss my chest. “I like riding my dragon, Daddy.”

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