Page 191 of The Dragon 2
It was mind-numbingly sensual.
Fuckkkk. . .
That wet, pink tongue slipped out of those plump lips—and inch by inch—traced the full bow of her lips.
Caught in her daze, I leaned forward.
Then to my utter shock, that tongue even dragged over her bottom lip, glistening it in slick shine, then curled up to catch the corner, teasing the skin.
What are you doing to me?
My cock throbbed so hard it pulsed at the tip, a thick ache curling deep in my stomach. Pre-cum spilled out, warm and slick inside my boxer briefs, and I had the sudden, humiliating urge to rub against the seat like a fucking animal.
Because in that moment, I didn’t just want her mouth on me.
I wanted to live on her tongue.
I blinked, but the vision hit me fast and hard. Nyomi on her knees. My cock, flushed and straining, brushing against her lips. That perfect mouth slightly parted, eyes gleaming. Then the tip of my cock, glistening, sliding across her bottom lip.
Marking her.
Branding her.
And when I came, it would be hard, shooting all over her face.
White streaks painting that beautiful dark brown skin.
My hips twitched in real time—under the table—just from the image alone. My jaw tightened.
And then she shocked me again and practically purred, “Good, little Dragon.”
Mmmm.
I shifted in my seat. The front of my briefs definitely wet around the tip as my cock ached and spurt.
And all she did was lick her lips.
Fuck. She might kill me.
Out of my control, a dark groan left me. That shouldn’t have happened, but it did.That sound—I hadn’t even meant to give it to her. But it rolled from my chest, deep and hoarse, like it’d been dragged out on a leash.
I swallowed.
Again, she didn’t smirk. All she did was give me a warm smile and tilt her head. “Are you ready to eat, Kenji?”
“Eat what? Your pussy? Yes. Right now.”
She gestured to the table. “Are you ready to eat the food?”
Stunned, I looked down. “Oh. . .yes. . .the food. . .”
She could have laughed, but instead she kept that sweet smile on her face.
I cleared my throat. “I am more than ready, Tora.”
“So. . .” She moved her hand to the first tray and removed the lid. “Tonight’s entrée is braised oxtails in their own reduction.”
I looked down.
