Page 9 of Hungry Like A Dragon
She loved the strip tease as much as he did.
He could tell by the way she slid one hand between her legs, her fingers inching under the elastic of her panties, and then she pulled it away and thrust it into her mouth, sucking eagerly.
He wanted her to suck him like that.
Her gaze locked onto him, she sauntered toward him, naked except for the black thong, and then she abruptly dropped to her knees and placed her hands on his hips.
Conveniently, he was already naked.
The power of erotic dreams, apparently.
He stood where he was, afraid to make a move, lest his dream lover disappear. She leaned forward, her gaze still caught in his, and then she widened her lips and wrapped them around his cock, sucking him in until he hit the back of her throat.
Gods above.
He closed his eyes, squeezed them shut, and cupped the back of her head, guiding her as she took him to heights he’d never before experienced. His dick hardened even more and his balls tightened against his body, and he groaned, willing himself to back it up so he could enjoy this a little longer. But it was too late. Her lips were too good. He cried out as he came, lost himself in the pleasure of Petra’s blowjob.
Or, rather, his erotic dream.
Blinking open his eyes, he discovered his own hand wrapped around his softening cock, and a pile of creamy white stuff pooling on his abdomen.
“Fuck.” Glancing around, he searched for something he could use to clean up the mess, but he was surrounded only by hay and the flannel shirt he’d spread out underneath him. Well, it was plenty warm enough down here in the South that he could get away with only a T-shirt, so he grabbed the flannel and wiped away the evidence of his desire for Petra Sharmell.
And then he promptly passed out, sleeping solidly until only a few hours before dawn. Stretching the creaks out of his bones, he made his way to the window and then hefted himself onto the roof of the barn. After taking a moment to piss over the side, he took flight, beating his powerful wings as they took him farther and farther south, until he found an uninhabited—by humans, anyway—swamp, where he landed and shifted into human form.
He’d made it.
Now what the hell should he do?
