Chapter 183
He sucked in harsh breaths, his abs contracting with each intake of air. She sucked and pumped harder, watching his body tense to granite. A thought crossed her mind. She slapped her hand on his thigh, scraping her nails into his leg in conjunction with her sucking and jerking.
He pulled on her hair hard as he came. A loud roar sounded from him as semen jetted out. She sucked fast, some of it going down her throat, sweet as candy, but his thick semen filled her mouth. She released him while he was still coming. She held his cock over her tits, letting the stream of his seed coat her chest, down to her belly.
To her surprise, he didn’t go limp. He was still hard as a rock and looking ready to fuck her into the next galaxy.
She kneeled back, glancing down at the mess covering her body. Driven by pure instinct, she slid her hands over her chest, massaging his cum on her breasts.
“That is fucking gorgeous,” he growled, sitting up with a lot more speed than she’d seen in him. “You want my scent on you, my beautiful Becca?”
She nodded, lifting a sticky finger up to her lips and sucking.
“I love your taste.”
She didn’t ask how one second she was kneeling in front of him and the next he was carrying her right back to the massive glass wall.
“What?”
“I want to fuck you, my beautiful. I’m going to fuck you under the light of both moons.”
He placed her hands on the warm glass, pulling her hips back and spreading her legs wide.
“I’ll fuck your hot, wet pussy from behind.”
He licked the back of her neck.
“You’ll want me to.”
He slid his tongue down her spine until he reached the curve of her ass.
“There’s no denying it. You’ll want me to make you scream.”
He kissed her cheeks.
“Make your legs shake and your pussy burn.”
He spread her ass cheeks and ran his tongue down to her hole.
“To come inside you and fuck you until your body can’t take any more.”
“Yes,” she nodded, her head dropping forward and her nipples already beaded tightly from need. “Do it.”
White-hot fire spread through her body as he flicked his tongue in circles over her asshole. Goddamn, she’d never had anyone do that before. It felt strange and fucking awesome at the same time.
He growled, going down between her cheeks and back up to the curve of her ass. He placed a hand on her hip, pushing his cock into her pussy. It was even better to feel him taking her this way. Her pussy contracted around his cock as he slid into her.
“Ah, yes,” he groaned. “So tight.”
She choked on a breath, putting more of her weight on her hands.
She angled her hips farther back, pushing into his cock. He started slow but suddenly drove his cock into her ferociously. Hard. Fast.
She clawed at the glass, looking for leverage. He grabbed her arm with his other hand, fucking her deep and rough. With every stroke into her, his cock rubbed a new angle.
“Yesss…” she mumbled.
Her pussy felt on fire. She was so close to orgasm but not close enough. The hand on her waist moved to the front of her right hip, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Thrust after thrust, he claimed her with his cock. Dominating. Owning. Mastering her with every drive.
The hand on her hip and arm heated. The closer she got to finding release, his hands turned warmer on her skin. With another passionate drive, he plunged deep into her, pulsing inside her and finally taking her over the edge.
She dropped her head forward on a scream. Her pussy clamped tightly around his dick. He slowed his thrusts, tensing.
A loud roar sounded from him at her back. He spilled his cum deep in her contracting channel. Her body and brain refused to work. It was a good thing he was easily able to pick her up and carry her back to the bed.
She was taken aback when he pressed something and the wall of glass opened to let in a cooling wind. Her breath was still choppy when he lay beside her, holding her close, letting the cool air from the outdoors wash over them.
She needed to move on. Vikter might be the best man she’d ever met in bed, but emotionally, he was tearing her apart. She wanted badly to be with him but refused to beg. If he didn’t want her, then she wouldn’t mention it again.
He slid his hand over her belly and traced circles over her skin with so much tenderness she wasn’t sure what to think. Tomorrow she’d cut off all ties to the
commitment-phobic dragon. Tonight—tonight she’d keep him for herself.