“You don’t look horrified.” His voice is deep and slightly indignant.
Jerking my head up to look into his eyes, I notice a glint of accusation. Gesturing to his cock, I respond honestly, “You have the nicest cock I’ve been privileged to see, Tarion of the Hielsrane. I can’t wait to try it out.”
His nostrils flare as his gigantic wings come out to lift him slightly. Once the rest of his clothing is gone, he reaches for me. I come willingly into his arms, inpatient to experience intimacy with him.
The next thing I know he’s lifted us again. We’re hovering in midair with his wings flapping gently. When our lips meet, something about being naked with our chests pressing against one another seems so right. He rakes one talon roughly through my hair as his other cups my bottom. He easily holds me in place as he tugs my head back to lick and nip at my throat. God knows I love every single dominant thing he does. His touch is such pure pleasure that I can’t help the tiny sounds that drift from my lips. The more he touches me, the more confident and relaxed he becomes. I remember he’s never been with a human, and suddenly, I’m envious of every woman he’s ever touched.
Wanting this to be just as good for him as it is for me, I run my hands over his body. When I scratch my nails gently over his skin, it sends him into a kissing frenzy. Suddenly, we’re kneeling on the bed again. Instead of folding back his wings, he slips one under each of my arms and lifts me. Hovering just over his face, I look down to see him close his eyes and inhale deeply before exhaling, a low growl rumbling in his throat. The moment his hot dragon breath flows over my pussy I almost come from the prickling sensation spreading over my nether regions like wildfire. His forked tongue slithers over my tender flesh repeatedly, each time teasing and tantalizing me, driving me closer to the gigantic orgasm that I sense just beyond the horizon. Half-crazed with lust and afraid of falling, I grab onto his wing with one hand and try to balance myself. In doing so, I discover his wings are a lot softer than they look.
My thoughts are ripped away on a wave of pleasure so strong it threatens to rip me apart. This dragon god is far too good at handling my body and making it sing to his tune. Suddenly it seems like all the air has been sucked from the room. In my mind’s eye I see a proud crimson dragon flying just above me. He’s staring down at me with fire in his eyes. I slide back into the moment as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had shatters my soul.
Nowhere near done with me, he flips me over onto all fours, claws raking gently down my sides, before I feel his eager cock nudging against my opening. I don’t know where the energy comes from, but I feel revived. Pressing back enthusiastically against him, I force him partially into my body. Grabbing a handful of my long hair, he turns my head around. “In my bed, I decide when and how to fuck. Don’t try to rob me of my power again.”
“I won’t. You just make me a little crazy for you.”
A smile replaces his former dark expression. “You want me badly?”
“You’re a sexy beast. Of course I want you very badly.”
A proud smirk turns the corners of his mouth up, his eyes burning with desire as he gazes down at me. “Then you shall have me. Prepare to be taken by a Drakon Prime.”
His silly pompous preening is a bit odd and funny, but I honestly do ache for him. Therefore, I force myself to wait patiently as he slowly slides home. Each and every incremental move forward feels absolutely amazing. The pliable ridges and bumps hit all the right spots. I find myself whispering words of encouragement. Not that he needs any encouragement. The man knows exactly what he’s doing.
Grasping one of my shoulders, I feel his claws tighten against my waist. It’s the grip he needs to pound into me with force. He shifts slightly with each stroke until he finds what he’s looking for. We both know it instantly because I scream with pleasure.
“That’s the spot, my beautiful little brooder.”
Being called a brooder would have sucked the fun out of getting the best sex of my life if it weren’t for the breathless, almost revenant way he speaks the word. Just when I am beginning to wonder how rare fertile women actually are among the Drakon, he rocks my world all over again when a gentle pressure nudges between my legs to find my clit. Something isn’t right. I still feel his grip on my shoulders and waist, his claws pressing into my skin in possession. Looking down, I see his tail snaking between my folds, searching for just the right spot. Before I can get my head around what’s happening, the damn thing finds what it’s looking for.
The crimson dragon is giving me everything I could ever want from a man. Pulling me up and back against his chest, the sexy beast nips and licks my neck as his claw-tipped hands slide around to cup each of my breasts. Meanwhile his cock and tail seem to have a mind of their own. It’s too much. When a claw brushes against my nipple, I explode.
He rides me through the orgasm and then flips me over so that my back is against the bed and plunges back in without putting up a pretense of asking. Do I object? Hell no. I want him to continue giving me a thrill a minute and he doesn’t disappoint. I lift my legs to make it easier for him to get
