Page 42 of Princess Seeks Dragon
I lean down to kiss her, easily holding myself up with one arm. I pry my cock away from her hand and rub the head against her opening. It sticks at first, but with a straining sound from my mate, I push past her resisting muscles, sped onward by how wet she is.
Angela’s eyes squeeze shut, and she breathes out in tight puffs for a minute as her body adjusts. “That’s a lot,” she hisses, biting her bottom lip.
“Too much?”
“I’m not sure—ohhh. Ohh, no, not too much.” Her body opens up, taking more of me in with one hot, wet rush, walls clamped so tight that I’m afraid to move in case one of us tears something.
Angela pulses on me, hips wriggling, then shifting, moving herself on me.
It’s probably wrong to fall in love with someone’s body before their soul, but I’m utterly captivated by the feel of her, the way she looks under me, the way she moves around me.
Scales and tails were the only things that I thought would ever excite me like this—but the contrast between her soft, cushiony body and my hard, plated one... “Salty and sweet,” I muse aloud, brain following rabbit trails while my body is in paradise.
“What is? Me?”
I think of her delectable little quim. “That, too. No, just how good you feel. How we blend together,” I groan as I feel her muscles give, letting me move more freely inside of her. Together, we bounce, most of my cock stretching her, and her plump hips and breasts juggling on each thrust. “Mesmerizing,” I sigh.
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HE THINKS I’M MESMERIZING? I’m so lost in watching him. Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve never seen anything like him before, and he’s so hot. Every inch is muscled. Every bit of him looks wicked and dangerous, and yet I feel the threat is directed towards others.
Maybe we had it all wrong in the fairy tales. The handsome knights were the wicked ones. The dragons breathing fire were the protectors, standing up against armies, swords, and shields. All to save the princess, not trap her.
The rocking of his hips to mine builds and turns pressure into pleasure, every nerve ending inside of me rubbed and pressed. His second cock slips and slides, nudging my asshole, making me jump on every other thrust, but that only serves to scrap my clit against his long, lithe body as he takes me so thoroughly.
The dragon ate the princess.
And then he fucked her, consumed every inch. Every hole.
“Can’t tell if you’re inviting me in, Angela,” Graham whispers.
I can’t tell up from down at this point, I’m just in a cloudy spiral of pleasure, squeezing against him for all I’m worth, desperate to come again.
“You don’t stop that, and I’ll fill your pussy up right now.”
No one’s ever come inside of me. That’s what condoms are for.I think about telling him to pull out, but my tongue goes on strike.
Graham licks two of his fingers and slides them down between my legs, rubbing them over my clit in firm circles. “I can’t come until my lady does,” he whispers.
“Are you going to come inside of me?” I ask, pussy tightening in anticipation, trying to fight off the wave of orgasm as it builds.
Graham looks down on me and moves his hand, trailing it up over my belly, his claws leaving soft white lines. “Every time.”
“But—”
“I’ll make sure you’re handsomely rewarded for taking every drop in your pussy.”
I swallow and give up. “Graham,” I moan.
“Mmm, I can feel you letting go. My sweet little wren. You like when the big dragon draws the pleasure out of you again and again. You like the secrets a forked tongue tells.” One of his hands clutches my shoulder and I feel all his weight shift as he tenses and stills, buried as deep inside as he can go, his second cock sliding down between my cheeks.
No escape from the pleasure, the pressure, his talons, his tongue... The spiral explodes inside of me and I come, silent and shaking, lips gasping as I watch his golden irises taking in the spectacle he makes of me.
There’s a shaking in his limbs that builds to a long, low roar, the kind of rumbling vibration that shakes every cell in your body and the pictures on the walls. I feel him pop inside of me, a hard spasm that’s followed by a flood, silky wet fluid trapped inside of me by his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out as I feel it puddling between our bodies and coating my pussy. It dribbles down my thighs and coats his second cock where it nestles between my ass cheeks. Still inside of me, he rocks, the room silent except for his heavy breathing and the obscenely wet squelching.
“Reward?” he asks.
