Page 84 of Gemini Kings
He’ll fuck me, and God, I’ll fuck him. I’ll lock the two of us in his room and I’ll fuck him for days. I’ll fuck him till I miss my midterms and we fail all our classes and this fucking dragon heat finally breaks.
I’ll fuck away the last of my freedom.
I burst to the surface and suck in a burning lungful of frosty air. He’s already on top of me, his sleek naked form arrowing toward me like a torpedo. I dive deep and dart away, my heel catching his face in a glancing blow that slows his momentum for a crucial sec.
I pit all my speed and strength in the water against him, I fight like hell to keep him from catching me or cornering me. But it’s like fighting a crocodile. He’s fast and he’s strong and he’s clever. I keep trying to maneuver to the side by the great room doors, because if I can get inside thedomus, I’ve got options.
But clearly, he knows that.
And this flying reptile’s determined to keep me out here.
Isolated.
At his mercy.
I’m getting tired and my pace is lagging, but the waterfall at the far end has possibilities. It’s hard to hear or see under there, and it’s shallow enough behind that I should be able to scramble out quick. I knife past the dragon’s latest attempt to corner me against the pool wall, give his face a good splash when he surfaces for air, and shoot across the pool.
I’m midway through the waterfall when two hands close around my ankles.
Pummeled and buffeted by curtains of water pounding down on me, I twist and kick and thrash. I’m not shy about using my fists either, and I land a few solid blows (even blinded by this watercannon that’s battering me) that make him grunt and swear. Somehow he’s everywhere, all hands and limbs and swirling hair.
I’m getting disoriented and my chest is screaming for air like you wouldn’t believe.
I claw to the surface with an explosive gasp.
Suddenly he’s right in front of me, my tits crushed against his chest, his arms banded around my hips, his hands cupping my ass and dragging my pelvis to his. My legs strap around his hips and my pussy slots right up against that monstrous heat he’s packing, with only the soaked strip of my thong between us. My hands fist in his hair and our mouths crash together so hard I taste hot blood mingled with the chemical tang of chlorine and the dark cinnamon burn of dragon.
It’s teeth as much as lips.
It’s bite as much as kiss.
His tongue lashes my mouth. My tongue swats his away. His lips punish and ravage. My mouth dominates and demands. He tastes so fucking good that a deep moan rolls up my throat.
And he swallows the sound down like he’s starving for it.
I writhe against his strength. His cock slides against my slit. The rough prick of his barb sparks shattering spasms of need deep in my cunt.
I jam my hand between our struggling bodies and wrap my palm around all that exotic length. He’s big, and he’s hard, and he’s… unique. I mean, he’s really something. Gripping him is like gripping a devil’s thick forked tail. Trying to be gentle, because he seems supersensitive there, my fingers skim over his hard tip and the stiff protrusions on either side of his swollen crown.
He bucks into my grip.
Clearly, he wants it harder.
Raw groans tear from his throat like I’m torturing him.
I don’t have the first clue how that dick is supposed to fit inside me. But my hungry pussy’s more than ready to give it the good college try.
The waterfall’s pounding down on our heads, water’s blinding us and drowning us and pouring into our sucking, biting, desperate kisses. Under all that churn on that surface, his hands knead my bare ass and wrench my thong to one side. A rough finger probes my pucker until I writhe into him with a wild cry. That’s an invite he accepts, shoving that finger deep into my ass with literally zilch in the foreplay department.
My hole clenches and flutters around him and basically begs for more. I want him to wreck my hole like it’s his cock inside me.
Our bodies are struggling together, the meager scrap of my thong still trapped between us. Inside I’m slick and creaming for him, for that barb of his that feels like it’ll hurt when he fucks me. But it’s a pain my inner dragon craves with a single-minded savagery.
My dragon queen is demanding to be fucked by her dragon king.
Right the hell now.
“Does it hurt?” I gasp between hard claiming kisses. “Tell me the truth.”
