Page 3 of The Dragon 2
Choseme.
Chose my pussy as his altar.
He was supposedly in the position of submission and yet he fucked me with his tongue like he owned my soul. Like he knew the exact rhythm to make my breath catch, the pressure to make my thighs tremble, the pattern that would bring me right to the edge—but never let me fall.
Even now, my hips rolled without my permission chasing his mouth, drunk off the way his groans vibrated straight into my clit.
My hand twisted tighter in his hair. “Fuck, Kenji. . .”
He looked up at me, eyes half-lidded, gaze feral and worshipful at the same time.
His lips were swollen.
Glazed with me.
That thick, pulsing cock twitched and spilled out a ribbon of pre-cum.
A spiritually erotic tribute to the queen he served.
I whispered. “Good boy.”
He groaned louder and I came hard.
My body arched and shook. My vision blurred as rainbow-colored stars exploded in front of me. My nerves buzzed and then detonated with pleasure.
He was mine.
But I was damned sure also his.
He pulled another orgasm out of me, this one violent and ragged. I bit down on my own moan, breath hissing through my teeth as my hips shook, thighs closing around his ears.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Still, he licked.
Like he needed the taste of my pussy to breathe.
His eyes never left mine. That gaze was so intense, even as hot ripples of pleasure wrecked my body. Those dark orbs watched me, drinking in my shudders.
Feeding on my surrender.
“Oh shit!” I managed to gasp out between pants, the sweet torture too much to bear but he only growled low and flicked his tongue again over my oversensitive clit completely dominating me and eliciting another whimper from my body.
His muscles strained against the bindings. His tattooed chest glistened with sweat, heaving with exertion and desire as he continued his pleasurable assault.
“Okay. Okay,” I pulled his head away and trembled. “Holy fuck!”
Finally relenting, he pulled back slowly leaving me gasping and dazed as his tongue traced a path up my inner thigh.
His eyes grew darker than ever before. The wild intensity in them stirred something primal within my soul.
"Untie me," his voice was a husky growl that vibrated through me. “Now.”
The thought of those strong hands on my body sent another jolt of electricity through me.
I looked down at him—sweaty, panting, glowing with the kind of hunger that only certain women understood—the hunger to be seenandworshipped.
To be fucked like royalty.
