Page 66 of Fated to the Grumpy Dragon
“Sorry that was so fast,” he said, bending down to casually lift me from the floor and place me on my back on the bed where I could sprawl out comfortably.
I waved feebly. “I had some fun, too. Don’t mention it.”
“I can see that,” he said, massaging my spit into my breasts as I lay there, making them shine. “This is so hot, the way you get all messy like that.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I said, still in a daze. I hadn’t intended to get that messy, but … when in Rome and all that.
“I more than liked it.” There was added bass in his voice.
My eyes popped open again just as he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
“Rhyse,” I started to protest. Any further words died the second his tongue found my clit. “Okay, maybe this is fine,” I murmured, grabbing at my breasts without thinking.
“Yes, touch yourself like that,” he said through a mouthful of pussy, his tongue softly and gently exploring everywhere, teasing me as he reset my body and prepared it for more pleasure.
I pinched my nipples, back arching to the sky as he slipped a finger inside me, grazing my G-spot ever so lightly.
It was my turn to moan and writhe as his mouth pleasured me, something I’d been looking forward to on more than one occasion since the last time. He was a master, unafraid to dive in and do whatever it took to get me off.
In this case, it was a combination of tongue and finger that pushed me right to the edge and then over it. I bucked and twisted, but Rhyse easily overpowered me with his other arm, keeping his tongue working against my clit until I slumped down into the bed, thoroughly spent for the moment.
Wiping his face with the back of his arm, Rhyse stood up, positioning himself between my legs. His cock was already hard again—still hard? I hadn’t been in the right frame of mind to notice—and he gently rubbed it against my opening, teasing me, preparing me to take him.
“Nuh-uh,” I said, waving a finger as I moved out of the way, patting the bed.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Lie down,” I said.
Rhyse lay on his back, his cock lying against his stomach. Throwing one leg over him, I reached behind me and grabbed his shaft, holding it steady as I lowered myself onto it, groaning delightedly with every inch that filled me up.
Large hands first grabbed my waist but soon slid up my sides to cup my breasts, holding them and playing with my nipples as I rode his cock up and down in slow bursts until I could easily take his entire length inside me.
There was no more need for words at that point. We caught glances and exchanged smiles and facial expressions, but the only sound was the mixing of his groans and my moans as I leaned forward, hands on his rock-hard chest, fingers digging in while I ground against him. Faster. And faster. And faster.
“Emma,” he hissed at last.
“Uh-huh,” I cried, too caught up in the onrushing locomotive that was my pleasure bearing down on me like an avalanche. “Do it. I want. Please.”
Rhyse’s hands found my hips as he shouted, lifting me slightly and holding me perfectly still. He thrust into me from below, rocking my body with every rough impact. My tits and ass shook wildly, but he never slowed. I didn’t care. I was screaming his name as he unloaded deep inside me, filling me with his second load of the night while my walls clamped down around him, milking him for every last drop.
At some point, I slumped forward, the only thing keeping me upright were his hands on my hips. I settled down onto his cock before slumping forward onto his chest, gasping for air, too weak to sit up.
Long fingers stroked my spine while Rhyse made deep pleased sounds from underneath me.
Nothing intelligible was said for several minutes until I rolled off him and lay on the sheets, staring at the ceiling, lost in my own endorphin glow as it buoyed me up. The warmth of it made me so light and airy I thought I might float away.
“Maybe I should be mean to you more often,” I murmured through that murky ecstasy high. “That wasgood.”
“We could do it without the insulting comments,” he said. “I wouldn’t object.”
I laughed, reaching out to stroke his arm. “That’s understandable. I can work with that. Although, I’ll be honest, I don’t get why it’s an insult anyway. You don’t seem to have any problems that I can see. What did he mean by it?”
They were the wrong words to speak. Rhyse stiffened then got off the bed.
Before I really knew what was happening, the door to his bedroom shut. A second later, it locked.
I stared at the open door he’d disappeared through.
