Page 50 of Princess Seeks Dragon
“With this butt?” I cry, one hand slapping down on my hip.
Graham’s smile suddenly snarls. “Did you see me complaining the other night?”
“Well, no, but—”
“That is prime real estate. Thick, luscious, grabbable ass. And it’s attached to the softest, warmest thighs. And I don’t know if you know this—” he pushes me lightly to the bed and drops to his knees in front of me, “but flying up that high makes my ears cold, and I’m in dire need of a way to warm them up.”
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OH, MY LITTLE WRENmakes the best noises when I bury my head between her thighs and devour her. I don’t have a tail to please her with in this form, but two fingers and an adoring mouth seem to work just fine. “Greedy little thing,” I purr as her walls grip my fingers. “Sucking on me like that. I’m pretty sure that means you’d like something bigger inside.”
“I wantyouinside,” Angela groans as I hammer my fingers inside of her, determined to get her to the peak before I give her my cock.
“Patience,” I tell both of us.
Angela squirms back from me, and I let her go with a frustrated huff. “I wasn’t done,” I insist.
“Cock. Mouth. Now.” She lies back and pats the space beside her head.
“But I’m not—”
“You’re never going to be a good manager if you don’t learn how to multitask,” Angela laughs and pulls my hand. “You keep doing what you’re doing while I return the favor,” she explains.
“Ohhh.” My face lights up. “I’m not usually so slow on the uptake. I’m just pussy drunk.” I give her a crooked grin and lick my lips, swinging my hips towards her head.
Angela smoothly swallows down my cock, which is smaller than in my dragon form, but still on the above average size for human men.
I don’t know if this is supposed to happen, but when Angela runs her tongue over my tip and drags her teeth lightly down the skin as her mouth moves up and down, my brain cuts out. Snaps off.
Angela could ask me for anything right now, and I’d say yes. “I love that,” I gasp. “Love you.”
I hear her splutter, but I don’t care, too busy returning to my work between her legs, now at a different angle. I suck on her clit as she sucks on my cock, both of us seemingly determined to get the other to combust—and I’m far too close for comfort on that score. In a few moments, I crash back to the bed and pull Angela on top of me, sitting her soaking pussy down on my length, making sure she takes every inch, feeling her heavy cheeks slapping against my thighs.
“Ohhh,” she lets out one long moan, and then starts rocking herself on me, guiding my cock to the place she wants me.
I slid one hand to her breast and one hand down to keep rubbing that soft, warm pussy that’s now one of my favorite spots on earth. “You know why I love you?” I pant as she rides me with short, shallow thrusts, more like gyrations.
“Why?” Angela pants, face a mixture of pleasure and confusion.
Maybe my brain isn’t disconnected. Maybe it’s finally focused on what matters. “When I’m with you—I’m a better person. When I’m with you, I think about what’s good in this world, instead of how it screwed me over. You make me happy. You bring back the warmth and softness dragons so often trade away.” I look into her eyes and let my hand knead the spot over her heart. “The best part is... this is only the third day I’ve known you. Can you imagine how much more I’m going to love you in a week? A month? A year?” I sit up and drag her down to me, kissing her hard in my excitement.
“People fall out of love, too,” Angela warns, but she doesn’t stop kissing me.
“That’s people,” I say. “Not dragons.”
“I’m a people! A person.”
“But you’re no ordinary person. You’re my treasure.”
“I—”
“Don’t make me bite you, Angela,” I warn, rolling her underneath me. I can’t pin her down as effectively as I did in halfling form, but I keep her trapped under me with a smile. I nibble at each breast as I give her what she wants—fast, deep strokes that make her hips buck to mine. “You’re my treasure. Say it.”
“Fine, fine! I’m treasure.”
“Nope. Say, ‘I’m Graham’s treasure.’”
“I’m Graham’s treasure.”
