Page 68 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Dakota stared at me, her mouth parted on quick inhales, already close to coming. Her eyes were wide, vulnerable yet wary as her hand moved inside her leggings. Blonde hair hung around her shoulders, brushing over her tight nipples poking against the shirt she wore.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby,” I gasped as Elijah thumbed over my slit. “So goddamned perfect. Love seeing you like this—fucking love how you respond to your fantasies coming true.”
She whimpered, her gaze dropping first to Elijah’s grasp on my neck and down to where he smeared more wetness over my swollen cockhead with the palm of his hand.
I thrust into his grip, hissing. “Jesus—you’re fucking killing me.”
“Tell her how you’re feeling, all you’ve been holding back.”
I groaned instead, and he pressed harder against my neck.
“Jon.” His tone promised I might not like the consequences of disobedience.
“His hand feels so damn good, baby.” The words, strangled as though ripped from me, hung heavy in the lust-filled air.
Dakota began to fuck herself with her fingers in steady rhythm, stroking in time with Elijah’s along my aching length.
“Goddamn.” I clenched my eyes shut, willing away the too-soon tingle in my balls. “Been dreaming about him touching me. Touching you. Fuck.” I gritted my teeth, breathing deeply through my nose. Fire and brimstone filled my lungs.
Not a single part of me escaped Elijah’s presence, and I still lusted for more.
Images of the three of us entwined, flashing through my head. Heated skin. Desperate hands. Hungry mouths.
“Need to blow my load. Want you.” I gasped out every word. “Jesus—come, baby. Give us your climax.”
“Oh, God.” Dakota whimpered.
I forced my eyes open.
She leaned against the doorjamb, legs widened for access to her sopping pussy, frantically finger fucking herself.
My eyes started to roll back into my head, but Elijah pressed tight against my neck.
“Wait for her,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath burning my skin with a delicious sting I could easily become addicted to.
“Fuck.” I panted, trying with all my might to focus on Dakota, will her to come so my balls could explode. “Please, baby, please.” I begged, my hips jerking with Elijah’s downward strokes to my base and tight sac.
Dakota’s telltale whine built in her chest.
“Yesss,” I hissed, half-delirious. Fucking mad with need for release.
“O-oh!” Dakota cried out, slumping against the doorjamb, and my eyelids slammed shut as I let loose.
My balls pulsed and shot cum up through my dick with every euphoric noise leaving my wife’s lips.
Elijah growled as I twitched and jerked against his fingers, my cum spilling over his hand. The pressure on my neck lessened as I sucked in wind, one last spurt ripping a grunt from me. His pale eyes, intent as ever, peered into mine, and I swallowed at the heat still pouring from them.
“Take off your pants, Dakota,” he said, his voice rumbling with the type of command no one would dare defy.
Regardless of his dominant nature and tone, we had agreed on our mutual want of him. Obeying came easy as breathing in the scent of smoke and sex emanating from him.
Elijah held my gaze captive as Dakota’s rustling of clothing reached my ears.
“Lie back on the bench and pull your legs to your chest.” He continued to quietly steer us toward mutual fulfillment. “Your husband is going to lick the cum from between your milky thighs.” Elijah stepped away from me as she obeyed in my peripheral vision, but he didn’t take his gaze from my face. “Crawl to her on your knees, Jon. Clean and fuck her with your tongue until she comes again.”
Embarrassment should have burned my face, but I wanted to hear similar words of praise he’d gifted my wife.
I’d voiced some of my thoughts while he’d held me captive against the wall, but desires far beyond what I’d admitted to still lay in the back of my mind.
