Page 8 of Wild for the Wyvern

Easing back, I strip out of my clothes and take in every inch of her perfect body, from her rounded tits that my hands ache to mold, to the swell of her hips. She’s petite and luscious. Breathing in the scent of her longing, the wyvern keens deep inside me.

I kneel on the floor and pull her toward me until her thighs hang over my shoulders and the heady perfume of her sex intoxicates me. “I promise.”

She gasps and lifts her hips. “Drayce. Please.”

I slip my fingers between her folds and find her so wet, my cock throbs to be inside her. I lap up those sweet juices and circle her clit before sucking and pressing my finger deep.

On a low keen, she grinds against my digit and mouth. “That’s. I’m so close. I…”

I suck hard and her body pulses with her release.

I lick my finger, then lap up those intoxicating juices. Looking up the length of her sweet body, her cheeks and chest are pink. “That was beautiful, Kori.”

“I couldn’t hold off.” She covers her face with her arm.

Kissing a path up her stomach to her perfect tits, I suck one nipple into my mouth while gently adjusting her to the center of the mattress.

She arches her back and says my name. I want to hear my name again and again from her.

“I never want you to hold back. Your pleasure is everything.” I suck her other nipple while worrying the first between my fingers. “I want to show you how much rapture is possible. Promise me you won’t hold anything back.” I use my teeth on the sensitive bud, then lick.

“I… I promise. God, that feels so good.” She turns her head from side to side and bends her leg, opening for me.

Slipping my fingers into her wetness, I tease her clit and she gasps and jerks. I gentle my touch but don’t pull away completely. Slowly circling and teasing, as light as a feather. “Does that feel good?”

Lifting her hips and lowering in the same slow cadence as my fingers, she says, “Oh, god, yes. I’m. I can’t. Oh, fuck.” Her orgasm crashes a second time.

Before I go for a third round of her pleasure, she wraps her hand around my cock. “Kori.”

She runs her hand from tip to base gently, then bolder. “I’ve never come twice in such a short time before. You’re magic.”

Closing my eyes, I let her pleasure me with those soft fingers, teasing, then stroking, then brushing soft as a feather again. I want to tell her that she’s the magic one. I long to tell her about my real magic and see if she still desires me when she knows my nature, but I can’t speak with her hands on me.

Before she takes me too far, I grip her hand and groan. “If you continue, I’ll come, and I’m hoping for the privilege of being inside you.”

Her hand around my cock and my hand around hers, she stares into my eyes. The sunlight streaks through the bedroomwindow, making the reds and golds in her hair shine. She’s a goddess. “I want you inside me more than I want to draw another breath.” Bending both knees, she lets them fall open.

The beast inside me pushes forward, wanting to claim her, mark her. I breathe and fight to control him. Scaring her away is the last thing we want.She’s not ready for that. He roars within but pulls back.

Covering her body, I notch at her sweet, wet pussy. I brush her hair off her cheek. “You can tell me no. There is no point of no return.”

With a smile, she lifts her hips. “I don’t want to tell you anything but yes and more.”

“Kori.” I press in an inch, stretching her.

She moans and her breath quickens.

I kiss her cheek, and her jaw, then take her lips possessively. Every molecule wants to fill her, but I’m big, and she’s tiny. I push another inch and let her adjust before continuing to fill her, one excruciating stretch at a time.

Her eyes close, and she winces.

I pull back and let her juices ease me in over and over until she’s pressing up to meet me, and I’m buried to my balls. Nothing has ever felt this good. She’s perfection. Her pussy was made to be filled with my cock.

Kori tilts her pelvis and wraps her legs around me, bringing me in deeper. “Oh. My. God. You’re. I’m.” Her body pulses, and she screams through the orgasm.

Holding perfectly still, I let her pleasure ebb before I ease back and fill her again. “You’re the magic one, sweetheart. I could die here.”

Her nails bite into the flesh on my shoulders. “More. I need more.” She rocks her hips.

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