Page 41 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
I smile around him, slowly bobbing my head up and down. At first, it’s difficult to get the entirety of my mouth around its girth, but each time I pull out to the end of his length, I find I can accept him deeper into my throat on the way down.
With my mouth already filled and barely half of him swallowed, the corners of my mouth stretch so tight it’s painful.
Lowell’s grip on my hair rhythmically tightens and relaxes as he tries to control himself, his breath shallow and panting. I’m able to accept a little more than halfway down his flared base until the tip of his cock nearly pierces the back of my throat.
I try to draw back, but Lowell keeps my head firmly in place. He thrusts himself into my mouth with quick juts of his hips, the head of his cock bouncing against the back of my throat.
I gag, tears stinging in my eyes. Violent coughs burst from my mouth, but Lowell does not lift the pressure on my head. Sucking in a deep breath through my nose, I gain my composure and swallow down the excess saliva.
His cock twitches around my lips while my tongue dances sinfully along the underside, a motion I learn he likes. Another gag seizes my chest, but I refuse to let it out.
“Ha, I like hearing you choke around my dick,” Lowell chides, grunting with hitched breaths between words. “Better than your annoying-ass voice.”
Asshole.
Fingers dig themselves into the fold of his slit, massaging the tight ring of flesh below the hard scales. I’m curious what lies inside the soft opening. The scales that fight to desperately rebound around his cock strain around my fingertips, tight and throbbing. If I’m lucky, it’ll make him come undone.
A smirk curls my stretched lips, anchoring the slit open with both hands. An exploratory finger dips inside, kneading the bumpy warmth cautiously. The inside is moist and slippery, but surprisingly shallow. The pad of my finger brushes against a firm bump before bearing down on it in a curious fascination.
Lowell growls a curse, his possessive grip releasing me to slap to the ground. He claws at the bedroll to the point of tearing, his hips shaking and head thrashing.
“May—” His teeth clench audibly. “Fuck. Don’t — don’t touch me there.”
My heart nearly leaps from the pleading in his voice, his groans more akin to a tortured whine.
Trailing up to the tip in a single pull, I remove my mouth from his cock. A string of saliva connects us before breaking and slapping onto his stomach.
“I enjoy seeing you like this,” I say, jacking his cock with a wry smile. It takes both hands to be able to reach around his girth, and even then, my grip is barely tight enough to pleasure him.
Lowell glares at me, his face dusteda bright crimson. He looks only a single degree away from total embarrassment. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop fucking talking and suck?”
I wet my lips, biting my tongue as his blush creeps down his thick neck.
He’s horrible at hiding how much he’s enjoying this. How adorable.
I roll my eyes in reply, collecting saliva into my mouth. Once full, I dribble the liquid from pursed lips directly onto the tip. Lowell sucks his teeth, his erection bobbing against his abdomen.
My hands work to coat his cock with my spit, for no other reason than to replace his lubrication with my own. The thought of overpowering his scent with my own makes me feel dizzy — if the squelching as I fuck him with my fist hasn’t, already.
I take Lowell between my lips once again, working and squeezing the squirming erection while sucking on the pointed crown. My tongue explores the depths of his grooves and bumps, giving every inch of his quivering cock the attention it desires.
Lowell’s moans become so loud and plentiful that they make my insides flutter with their sound alone. He’s exceptionally vocal and does not try to hide.
He’s so cute.
I watch his expressions as I pick up the pace, my tongue massaging his deepest indent in a wave-motion that his body seems to like best.
Lowell writhes beneath me, helpless and gasping. His hips piston against my mouth, forcing himself deeper despite bouncing against the back of my throat.
Each time I choke on his dick, his moans grow louder in enjoyment. The noises he makes are deranged. Feral. Snarls are accompanied by the high-pitched ripping of the fabric beneath us from his flailing tail as he takes what he needs from me.
Seeing him drowning in lust drives me wild.
I drive my thumbs into the soft skin of his cock as I stroke him,sucking so hard my cheeks flex concave.
Lowell throws his head back with a sharp hiss, his tongues draping out of his mouth. “Fuck! May, I’m—” Before he can finish, his words are cut off by a haunting, whimpering roar. He bares his teeth, chest lifting off the ground as he falls apart beneath me.
My mouth fills rapidly with a hot, sticky liquid. I try to withdraw as I’m filled far past my capacity, but both of Lowell’s hands slap to the back of my head, his nostrils flaring as he rides out his orgasm.
