Page 107 of Destined By Dragonblood
Yessss.
Our inner beasts hissed the lust I could feel like a tsunami rolling off Dolyn.
With a roar, I barreled forward, slamming into his stomach with my shoulder and sending us over the end of a couch and to the rock floor again. He smashed a fist into my side, and I answered with a punch of my own. Another snap of his head caught me in the chin, but I managed to stay atop him, our hard bodies pressing against each other.
We breathed heavily, stilling briefly as shared desire radiated between us. I flexed my ass, rubbing our denim-clad cocks together, and we both groaned.
Ashley’s moan behind us ratcheted my need up another notch and caused a gush of pre-cum to soak my jeans.
I worked a hand between us and squeezed Dolyn’s sizable girth, making his eyes roll back into his head. He didn’t fight me but dug his fingers into my forearm as if to keep me in place. He shivered beneath me, the skin contact a temptation he fought to overcome.
Primrose’s earlier words flickered through my memory, and rather than forcing him as Dolyn thought he wanted, I decided perhaps giving might work to set his mind free to accept what couldn’t be denied.
“Let me touch you.” I worked at the snap and zipper of his jeans, his hold on my arm tightening—but not yanking me away. At the first brush of my fingers against his straining dick, Dolyn whimpered the most delicious sound I’d ever heard. “Yours is the only cock I’ve held that wasn’t my own,” I told him, sliding my hand over his steel-like length.
Eyes closing, he thrust up through my fingers, his swollen head notching against my palm, wetting my skin with his slickness. “Fuck.”
“I want that more than anything,” I murmured, leaning close enough his panting breath caressed my lips, “but let me pleasure you this way right now.”
I shifted toward his groin, and he grabbed hold of my hair. “Don’t.”
His strangled word paused me halfway down his body, my chin resting on his hard as fuck abs. “Don’t what?”
He licked his lips, but kept his eyes clenched shut. “I…fuck.”
I stroked his cock, and he groaned, thrusting upward again. “Tell me you lust to have my mouth on you,” I said, unable to help myself.
“Fuck you.”
I released his cock and yanked his jeans below his shaft’s base, his balls still trapped inside the denim. “I’m going to suck you down, Dolyn. If you don’t want that, you know your safeword.”
He growled as a pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his bobbing length but didn’t speak.
“Dolyn—you have permission to fuck my mouth.” I hesitated the space of two heartbeats before flicking my tongue over his slit. The sweetness of him exploded over my taste buds. “Fucking hell,” I groaned as raw hunger awakened deep in my guts. I opened wide, and Dolyn yanked on my hair, shoving his cock into my throat until I gagged.
Yessss.
“Oh, God.” Ashley’s whimper only made me hotter, and I allowed Dolyn to use me, fuck my mouth, my throat, until tears ran down my cheeks.
Arousal far beyond the need to nut welled inside me like a never-ending spring of life, and the urge to bury inside him and douse his insides with my seed caused my sac to tighten.
I dug my fingers into his thighs and rubbed my aching shaft on the hard floor, groaning and moaning when he allowed me to breathe around his thick cock. Pre-cum continued to ooze from his slit, coating my tongue and making me lust for more.
I wanted it all—every goddamn spurt, every drop of cum his balls had to offer. Sweat broke out over my body as I humped the floor, Dolyn’s grunts and the wet sounds of Ashley finger-fucking herself drove me to the brink of explosion.
Scraping my teeth against Dolyn’s length as he withdrew sent curses past his lips and upped his pace.
Goddamn tears rolled down my face as he continued to gag me with every thrust.
Relax.
My throat opened at the crooning whisper, and I managed to swallow around Dolyn before he backed off the next time.
“Oh, fuck.” Dolyn’s whimper teetered me on the edge. “Can’t?—”
He buried deep in my throat, thick shots of cum jerking his dick against my tongue. He was sweet. Tingly—and I nutted in my jeans, groaning around his cock, swallowing the gift he offered—and wanting more. Ashley cried out from beside us, and fuck, how I wished she’d been sitting on his face where I could watch her come while he’d fucked my throat.
A mess smeared in my jeans, and I milked Dolyn dry, licking up his length, shoving the tip of my tongue into his hole in the hopes of one last taste of him.
