Page 97 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Holding my gaze, Elijah crowded close and pressed the head of his wet dick against my pucker.
I bore down as I’d seen Dakota do hundreds of times, knowing it would make penetration more bearable. He pressed, and I let out a steady breath, hissing against the burn of intrusion.
“God—fuck!” I gritted my teeth, fighting against the need to clench. “Ah, Jesus!” The head of his cock lodged inside my ass, and I panted, struggling to stay relaxed.
“That’s it,” he murmured, the caresses of his hands up the backs of my thighs soothing enough I shuddered a huge exhale.
“So hot, Jon...” Dakota whispered, her fingers making squishing noises while she fucked herself with them inches from my trembling body. “Relax and let him in, baby. I promise it gets better.”
“More,” I demanded, staring up at Elijah with determination to take every goddamned inch of his massive cock up my ass because it was what my wife wanted.
I want.
Elijah palmed my flagging erection and squeezed, causing my eyes to roll back into my head.
“Fuck—”
He shoved in what felt like a fucking foot—probably a goddamn inch—and I bucked, crying out against the pain burning through my asshole.
“Look at me while I own you, Jon.”
Goddamn motherfucker. I didn’t want to submit.
My eyelids popped open without consent of my brain, and Elijah pushed in a little farther, sliding his other slick hand over my thickening cock.
“Breathe, baby,” Dakota suggested, her voice so damn breathless that my dick jerked in Elijah’s hold.
I released my pent up exhale and relaxed, not having realized every muscle in my body had tensed to the point of eruption, and not the good kind.
Another nudge, another stroke on my rigid length, and I hissed through my teeth. No fucking way he could fit another inch?—
He pulled out and slid back in, and the burn shifted into pure fucking gold.
“Oh, fuuuuck.” I groaned the word through clenched teeth, my balls drawing up tight. Another withdrawal, a slow sink into my body, and Elijah’s balls rested against my ass, filling me completely. Fucking stretched to capacity—and so goddamned fucking perfect I wanted to sob.
“Oh my God.” Dakota moaned from beside me, but I couldn’t open my eyes. Couldn’t fucking move, or I’d either start crying like a baby or blow my load prematurely all over my stomach and prove what a slut I was for Elijah’s cock.
Not that I would really care about the latter. His dick had been crafted by the gods to fit inside my body and hit my prostate just right.
“Sit on his face, mon coeur,” Elijah murmured, squeezing the base of my dick while rocking into my hungry ass and rubbing where I needed him. “Give him something to focus on so this doesn’t end before I thoroughly enjoy the gift of him.”
Internally, I whimpered like a cowering dog, and the desire to once more crawl for him, rub my face on his thigh, and feel his hands on my head and fingers running through my hair swept over me. I should have been flattened, taken out by the powerful energy emanating off the god buried balls deep in my ass, but every cell rejuvenated, coming to life with renewed outlook and hope for the future.
I’d always wondered why Dakota enjoyed a good dicking up the ass, and now I knew…or rather, almost did.
The sweet scent of my wife’s pussy wafted over my nose, jerking me back to reality and reminding me I wasn’t alone in my blissed-out state of waiting for the climax of a lifetime.
I grabbed hold of her hips and dove into her slick folds like a starved man, delirious with need, like I floated a breath away from being swept into oblivion. I hadn’t even realized she’d settled atop me facing Elijah until her hot mouth closed over the tip of my dick.
“Fuck!” I garbled against her pussy lips, panting and sucking at her swollen labia hard enough she flinched.
I dug my fingertips into her thighs and shoved my tongue up her hole as far as it would go.
Elijah pulled out to the crown and thrust into my ass.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
Had to come. A deep growl rumbled my chest. Had to fucking come.
