Page 19 of Captured By the Scaled Outlaw
He exhales from the blow, laughing gently. “Fuck, you’re so weak.”
My nose scrunches into a frown, his playful jabs sprinkling me with the slightest bit of embarrassment. I work out almost daily, so I know my legs arenotas weak as he is implying.
With newfound conviction, I load my hip. Swinging my leg as skillfully as possible in my sitting position, my knee hits his jaw. My kneecap presses deep into the thick muscle of his cheek.
He winces, surprised.
I glare at him, a tilt at the corners of my mouth. “And you won’t shut up.”
His look of surprise is quickly replaced by a smirk, his pupils turningto slivers before filling his irises with obsidian.
“Again,” he hisses through his teeth, his smirk growing into a wide, crazed, smile.
I clench my teeth, driving my knee into the side of his head even harder than the first time. I’m impressed he hasn’t bitten off his tongues by the way his face tightens on impact.
The noise that bellows from Lowell’s chest can only be described as lascivious and feral, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The scales along his neck and shoulders ripple, his tongues flailing while still inside of me.
I gawk at him as he unravels, a visual that excites me more than expected.
Lowell’s pupils pull into slits again when he finally calms down, placing his attention back on me. “You’re a smart girl, so I assume you’ve already figured it out: When you fight back, it drives me crazy.”
“Lizardfolk aren’t supposed to be rough when breeding,” I state breathlessly, dropping my eyes to where his tongues lay limp.
Lowell follows my gaze. “Most species aren’t. ButIam.”
“That’s not true. You’re just insane.”
He flashes his teeth. “Do you want me to stop?”
My lips press together.
Goddess, I hate him.
Chewing on my lip, I lift my chin with determination. Throwing my hip, my knee connects with his snout again, knocking his head to the side.
Exhilaration spreads across Lowell’s face as he cackles with pure joy. Taking hold of one of my hands, he places it around one of his fleshy horns. “Hang on and enjoy.”
I grip the horn as instructed, and Lowell lowers his head in response. He swallows my entire pussy with one gape of his maw, fangs pinching the skin below my pelvis. One tongue resumes stroking my clit, butthis time, it’s slow and tentative. As if to punish me.
His other tongue begins to push at my walls, searching frantically to find my G-spot. Lowell snorts when my hips rise to confirm his success, my fist around his horn squeezing tightly to the point of pain. The tongue works to massage the spot furiously, digging deeper each time it passes over.
I nearly scream. Kicking my legs back and forth, I rock Lowell’s head between my thighs. While I’m unable to shove him with much of my weight, it’s enough to have his tail slapping the ground.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, his teeth raking over my skin each time his tongue juts inside.
The stimulation of both my most sensitive spots in unison by Lowell’s skillful mouth sets my body on fire. My senses spark into overdrive and my muscles spasm out of control, bending to the will of each stroke, suck, and flick.
Each time my hips buck or legs flail, Lowell chortles a laugh of amusement. The sound sends electricity straight down my spine to my core, the rest of my body crying out to be touched, kissed, squeezed, or bit. Just his mouth is inadequate.
I need more.
My brain feels foggy, all rational thought dissolving. All I can think of is to chase my release like my life depends on it, like it is the only thing tethering me to earth.
Placing my free hand on my breast, I squeeze it as hard as I can through my thick clothing, kneading roughly to bruise. Seeing this, Lowell’s tongues work me harder until I can barely remember that I’m supposed to be afraid of him.
Pressure builds between my thighs, the wet, messy sounds a welcome background for my increasingly loud moans. I’ve abandoned trying to stifle my voice, the silence and echo from the dining room amplifying even the slightest whine or groan.
“Keep going!” I shout, my lower abdomen tingling like it’s being pulled right out of my body. Lowell obeys my request, focused on the pace and placement I praised him for, a cocky smirk on his face.
