Chapter 34 #2
She reaches up and cups my face, her eyes soft. “I’m on contraceptives, like I told you earlier. I’m okay without using a condom if you are. We already did it once, so what’s one more time?” Her voice drops lower, more seductive. “I want you inside me, Drake. Want you to come inside me again.”
Holy fuck.
My balls lodge themselves in my damned throat, and I have to take a steadying breath to keep from losing it right then and there. She’s going to be the death of me.
I capture her mouth. My tongue tangles with hers as my hand slides between her thighs.
She’s still wet and sensitive from her orgasm, and she whimpers into my mouth when I stroke her clit.
I let the tip of my finger slip and slide over the bundle of nerves for a while.
Keeping my touch light and my movements slow.
Her breathing picks up, turning into a soft pant.
Then I slip two fingers inside her, pumping slowly at first, then building speed. Her hips rise to meet my thrusts, and soon she’s crying out against my lips.
Her cries turn to a strangled moan when I stop. Before I can move to cover her body with mine, she pushes at my chest.
“My turn,” she says, her voice husky.
I let her push me onto my back, surprised but intrigued. My dragon should be losing his shit right now because he’s dominant as hell, alpha to his core. He normally demands submission, would never tolerate a female taking control like this.
But with Harlow? The asshole is quiet as a lamb, practically purring with contentment.
This is new.
She straddles my hips, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the thin strip of dark hair between her legs, to where my cock is slowly disappearing inside her. Her pussy stretches wide to accommodate my size, and I make a choked noise as she sinks down to the hilt.
“You’re so big,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed.
“But you can take all of me so well,” I tell her, my hands gripping her hips. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
She just sits there for a while. Her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed. Her lips swollen from my kisses. We look at each other. She’s a vision.
I’m breathing hard already. She’s not even moving. Her pussy is strangling my dick. I fucking love it.
When she starts to move, I grunt so hard she shushes me. Then she giggles.
I try to smile, but she starts to move again, slowly at first, rising up until just the tip of my cock remains inside her before sinking back down. The sensation is incredible; her pussy is like a hot, wet vise around me, gripping me so tight I can barely think.
Then she picks up speed, bouncing on my dick so sweetly that I almost lose my ever-loving mind.
I can feel every ridge, every flutter of her inner walls. The wet sounds of our bodies joining fill the room, obscene and erotic. She’s so wet that my cock glistens every time she rises up.
Her breasts bounce with every movement. I reach up and cup them, thumbing her nipples, and she moans, her head falling back.
“Fuck, Harlow,” I groan. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
She’s making these little desperate sounds, half-gasps, half-moans, trying so hard to be quiet but failing. Her hands are braced on my chest, nails digging in as she rides me harder, faster.
The tension is building; that coiling heat that signals release is close. My skin feels tight. Her movements become more erratic, more desperate. I grip her hips tighter, helping to guide her, thrusting up from below to meet her downward strokes.
My grunts mix with her whimpers, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoes through the room.
“Drake,” she gasps. “I’m so close.”
“Let go,” I tell her, moving one hand from her hip to where we’re joined. “Come for me.”
I strum the tip of my thumb over her clit, and her eyes go wide. Her pussy flutters around my cock, clamping down hard, and then she’s coming, her whole body shaking with the force of it. She keeps pumping on my cock. I keep thrusting into her, the movements turning jerky.
Her pussy is so tight and wet. I follow her over the edge, my orgasm slamming into me. My teeth sharpen as my dragon comes up to the surface. The bastard wants me to bite her. I clamp my mouth shut as my balls damn near explode, my cock pulsing inside her as I empty myself in hot spurts.
I growl low in my throat, holding back the roar that wants to tear free. My scales press against my skin, trying to break through, and I have to fight to keep a partial shift at bay. My dragon pushes me harder. He is insistent that I bite her.
I’m sure it’s sexual rather than mating behavior. Harlow is a human. It couldn’t be mating behavior. Doesn’t matter because I’m not doing it.
My orgasm moves through me from the tips of my toes to the nerve endings in my scalp. My balls feel like they have turned themselves inside out from coming so damned hard.
She keeps bouncing, milking every last drop from me, drawing out our pleasure until we’re both oversensitive and trembling. Her eyes are hazy, unfocused, as she finally slows and then stills.
She falls forward, resting her forehead on my chest. We’re still joined, her pussy still clenching weakly around my cock. She’s trying hard to catch her breath, her heart hammering against mine.
I run my hand up and down her back in slow, soothing strokes. My other hand tangles in her hair.
“That was… It…” I struggle to find the words and settle on the simplest ones. “Amazing. That was so fucking good. I could get used to that.”
The words are out before I can stop them, and I feel her stiffen against me. She lifts her head, looking at me with wide, startled eyes.
“I don’t mean it like that,” I say quickly, trying to backtrack.
But the damage is done. She pulls away from me, standing on shaky legs. I immediately miss her warmth, the weight of her body on mine.
“I should…um…I should get going,” she says, looking around for her clothes.
“No. Please…wait.”
She freezes, turning to look at me. “Why?”
I’m off the bed a moment later, stalking toward her. She backs up until she hits the wall, and I cage her in with my arms. Her breathing picks up, and I can see her pupils dilate.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breathless. Her eyes darken with renewed desire.
“We’re not done, Harlow.” I hoist her up, positioning her against the wall. “Unless you really want to leave right away.”
She shakes her head.
“Put your legs around me.”
She does as I say, wrapping her legs around my waist. I thrust inside her in one easy motion. Like I belong inside her. Like she was made for me.
We both groan at the sensation.
“This has to be the last,” she whispers.
I make a noise of agreement and start fucking her with hard, even strokes. The angle lets me go deep, hitting spots that make her gasp and cling to me. I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing the noises she’s making, keeping us both quiet as pleasure starts to build.
One last time, and then this is over.
I thrust harder and faster.