Page 49 of Her Dragon Daddy Disaster
Her fingers would use it to rub into my balls, teasing them, touching them, forcing me to groan and call out her name, telling her she was a good girl, my good little cocksucker, over and over.
She liked that, reveled in it, really, and it drove menuts.
“Fuck.”
My arms hit the sheets, and I lay there again in abject frustration, staring at the ceiling. What I wanted was rightthere. In the room across the hall. I was so close to her. To the one thing that could truly satisfy me at the moment, and yet somehow, I was worlds apart. Unable to have it.
Precum was pooling on my stomach now. I was beyond aroused. I was agitated and needed to comesoon, else I risked it becoming that painful tightening termed as “blue balls.”
Almost angrily, I snatched it up again, jerking harder and faster. I wanted to sleep. Now, I would need to shower once I was done relieving myself. Then maybe I could settle down and—
A sound from across the hall froze me instantly. Not moving or daring to breathe, I listened again. Did I imagine it? All a part of the fantasy in my mind, reconstructed from our previous hookups?
I twitched as I heard it again. There was no doubt that time. It had been a moan.
Flexing my abs, trying to calm my cock, I slipped from the bed, as silent as night, and crept across the floor to my door. Listening there, I could hear it again. They were slight, muffled as if she had an arm or perhaps a pillow across her mouth. It was doubtful most would have heard her.
But my hearing wasn’t normal. It was better than that, and I moved into the hallway, my cock leading the way. I paused ather door, listening to the woman I wanted on the other side. She must have been feeling similar, wanting similar.
Before I knew what I was doing, I opened the door and let myself in, staring at what I saw before me.
Sarah lay on the bed, the covers down to her waist. Her breasts were fully exposed, although she had her hand wrapped around one, pinching the nipple with her fingers. The other hand was below the covers, between her legs, moving fast.
As I entered, she froze, head swiveling toward the door. Then she started to cover up.
“No.” My voice cracked through the room. “Put your hands back.”
Sarah stared at me and hesitated. Then, slowly, she returned them to where they’d been. One on her breast, one between her legs.
My hand dropped to my cock. Her eyes followed and widened as she saw how hard I was. I stroked myself slowly, wondering if she could see the precum. I hit the base of my head and groaned as a finger slipped over it.
“Your hands were moving when I came in,” I said, voice tight as I struggled to remain calm. I flexed my abs, working to draw some of the blood away from my cock.
Sarah nodded, the motion jerky and unsteady, but the hand on her breast resumed playing with her nipple. A moment later, I saw the covers move between her legs. At the same time, her mouth parted ever so slightly.
Her eyes were fixed on my cock, watching me as I played with myself. Her tongue darted out and across her lips. I knew she wanted it, wanted it deep in her mouth. One of her favorite things to do was to come with my cock down her throat. It was one of my favorite things, too.
“Get rid of the covers,” I ordered, still standing in the doorway. While she did, I stepped fully inside and closed the door behind me.
Her body lay exposed before me, and I drank it in, from her hair to her toes and back, marveling at the perfectness of it, the toned muscles from her years and years of training. The curve of her hips, the power of her legs, perfect for bouncing up and down on me, and all the rest.
Eagerness had me halfway across the room. Her hands stopped moving as I approached.
“Keep going,” I ordered. “You look amazing. All of you. I want to watch you, hear you.”
“Hear me what?” Sarah asked, finally responding with words.
“I want you to come for me,” I growled, my cock now above her breast as I stared down at her, longing to reach out and touch her. To make her tremble. But there was something about the space between us, something that kept us in our own pleasures that was arousing in itself.
“You do, do you?” she moaned, spreading her legs wide, giving me a full view of her pussy. It was wet and glimmering in the light coming through the unshuttered window.
I groaned as she slipped a finger inside herself before rubbing it over her clit. Her back arched slowly toward the ceiling.
A drop of precum dripped onto her breast. She gasped, more in delight than shock, and her hands moved faster. I stroked myself, watching her face as another dribble of precum connected the tip of my cock with her nipple for a brief moment.
Then her hand switched breasts, and using one finger, she rubbed it into her breast. I shuddered, growling and squeezing my abshardto stop from coming right then and there.
Sarah grinned and bit her lip.
