Page 15 of The Dragon 2
Her words crackled down the line like electricity.
My body jolted.
Fuck.
I slowly ran my fingers down my cock, trying to relieve my desire, but it didn’t help. It only drove me madder.
“You begged for me to untie you.”
My hand stilled. “And did you?”
“I told you no. I told you I might leave you there, dripping and denied.”
Groaning, I gave my cock another long stroke.
Slow.
Savoring.
And then I curved my palm around the mushroomed tip and brushed my thumb over the ridge where the gold rose piercing bloomed from the head—smooth petals pressing into tender skin, glistening now with fresh pre-cum.
The soft hum of the aircraft vibrated faintly.
Then I exhaled.
Long.
Measured.
As if she knew what I was doing, Nyomi added this sexy tone to her words. “I jacked your cock. Fisted it tight.”
A low groan rumbled from my chest.
My knees almost buckled.
To get some sense of restraint, I let my hand drift downward.
Slowly.
I palmed my balls.
My fingers cupped the weight of them—warm, full, swollen with hunger.
The ache in my balls and cock was exquisite.
Heavy.
The skin on my balls was sensitive but not fragile—soft like velvet stretched over delicate muscle. Smooth, but with the faintest give beneath my fingertips.
Heat radiated from them.
“Did I cum, Tora?” I rolled my balls gently in my hand.
They shifted, slick with the thinnest sheen of sweat.
My fingertips grazed along the seam where the sac tightened—the natural line that always felt more tender when arousal surged. There, the skin puckered slightly under my touch, drawing them in tighter.
“You came,” she whispered. “Hard. Spilling all over my hand.”
