Page 96 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Yes.
He took my mouth, and I told the damn voice in my head to fuck off. I lifted up to fuse our mouths together better. Nipped his lower lip. Trapped his hips between my thighs, my feet resting on the bed, and fought to ignore the size of his hard cock pressing against mine and how badly I wanted his girth to defile me.
Elijah gyrated his hips, and I groaned, my dick jerking alongside his, slick from his pre-cum.
I wasn’t going to fucking last.
“Fuck me, Elijah,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
Fuck me already so I can get you out of my fucking head, my system.
He planked over me, propped on his hands, his massive shoulders and pecs above me. “Dakota,” he said, keeping his focus on my face although he was definitely more aware of our surroundings than I was in that moment. “Are you wet?”
“S-soaked,” she whispered, shifting on her chair.
“Come show me.”
In my peripheral vision, she moved to the bed and slid her pants to the floor.
“Show me,” Elijah repeated, and she dipped her fingers between her thighs.
He glanced at her and licked his lips, sitting onto his haunches, his hand outstretched toward her.
She climbed onto the bed on her knees, thighs spread, and I finally turned to look at her as Elijah slid his hand down over her bare pubis and up into her glistening pussy.
“So slick and warm, mon coeur.” He pulled out, his fingers dripping, and palmed his dick, smearing her and his abundant arousal down his length. “More...” Twice, he gathered her moisture and slickened his dick, and the third time, he reached between my bent legs and cupped my balls.
My eyes rolled back into my head again as I growled a curse, my dick bobbing and leaking on my stomach. Jesus fucking Christ, his touch—the quiet sounds of his exhales, the scent of fire clinging to his scent and surrounding me…
I fisted the comforter at my sides and clenched my jaw to keep from losing control and coming completely untouched. His proximity was life. Fucking euphoria and all mine for the taking.
Or rather, receiving.
Elijah smoothed his hands down over my ass, and I relaxed, so damn ready for his touch I swallowed down a sob of neediness. He breached my ring of muscle with one fingertip, and I whimpered.
“Okay?” he whispered, and I swallowed hard while nodding.
Who knew a finger up the ass would feel so goddamned good?
He slid in another soaked with their combined juices, and I bucked my hips, tossing out curses like a madman as he pushed deeper, stretching my virgin ass, readying my poor hole for his huge cock.
“L-Lube,” I gasped, knowing that would at least make things a little easier on me even though I was all but panting to be wrecked by his dick.
“Relax,” he half-cooed, gliding his fingers in and out in an abundance of slickness that didn’t make sense. “What we produce in our need is more than enough for me to own you.”
Own.
Jesus, fuck.
That sounded so goddamned right yet scary as hell. But I wasn’t about to stop this train barreling toward losing my ass’s virginity. Nope. Needed him to dick me down and leave me boneless, Dakota’s fantasy come to life.
“Just do it,” I said through clenched teeth, opening my eyes to meet his gaze and grabbing hold of the back of my knees to widen my legs.
He caressed my thigh, watching as he pulled his fingers from my hole.
I clenched around nothing, the absence of his presence in my body like a knife to my damned chest. “Please—Elijah.” Begging wasn’t hot in my mind, but my wife thought so.
A deep moan rolled from where she remained planted on the mattress beside me, fingers up her pussy. The musk of her arousal flooded my lungs alongside the scent of brimstone. A delicious combination that made my mouth water.
