CHAPTER 69
DAKOTA
There’s a wild, heady sort of power in sinking to your knees in front of a man and giving a blow job. It should be a position of vulnerability, but it depends on the man. If he looks down at you like you’re an angel come down from heaven, then you’re the one in control. It makes everything so fun.
So I decide to take my time with Murr. I want to give him an incredible experience.
I want to show him how much I desire him.
How much I care, even if I have a hard time letting down my guard at times.
I skim my fingers over his buttocks as I press kisses to his shaft.
I’m starting out slow, because I don’t know if this is normally a thing with his people.
He was clueless about kissing, so I’m guessing that this might be new to him.
I want him to have as much fun as I plan on having, too.
I slide one hand to his front and encircle the base of his cock.
He’s a perfect handful, thick but not overwhelming, hot but not scorching, and I love the feel of him.
I trail my hand lower, hefting his full sac and giving his balls a jiggle before returning to his cock, because toying with it is the most fun for me.
There’s no hair on his body other than his head.
It’s not all that surprising given that he seems to be covered in snakelike scales, but it’s still strange to see a naked pair of balls that aren’t nested in body hair.
It makes it easier to lean in and kiss him everywhere, though.
I angle his cock aside slightly so I can tongue his balls, and I’m rewarded with his sharp intake of breath.
Pulling back, I gaze up at him to see his reaction to my exploring. “Good?”
He huffs, the sound half laughter, half amazement. “Good good. Need word…big good.”
“Amazing. Incredible. Life-changing. Mind-blowing.”
“Yes,” he agrees, stroking my cheek as I press another kiss to the head of his cock. “All yes.”
I lick my palm and drag my fist up and down the base of his cock, working him slowly. He’s watching me closely, eyes avid, and I poke my tongue out, touching the tip of his cock with it.
He tastes like sweet cinnamon. I thought I’d been crazy the first time we’d touched and I’d tasted it. That I’d had residue of something else—God knows what—on my hands. But no, his cum is slightly spicy and sweet. It tingles against my tongue like a cinnamon candy.
Clearly this is so I can give him the licking he deserves. “Why do you taste so good?”
“Wife,” he manages, as if that explains everything.
Maybe so. Maybe us being bonded by his bite makes him taste amazing to me. I’ll take it. I give him another long lick. Our gazes meet, and this time, as I tongue him, I take the tip of him into my mouth.
His eyes swirl a rich, deep gold. The hand in my hair tightens, but he doesn’t shove me forward. He’s waiting to see what I do.
So I give him more. I swirl my tongue over his skin, tasting him.
It’s addictive, the flavor of his skin and his cum, and I can’t stop licking him.
I hold him like I would a lollipop, mouthing him with exaggerated motions.
I take him deeper into my mouth as I continue, a little more each time, until the head of him teases the back of my throat.
Then, I pull back, releasing him almost fully…and then take him deep again, sucking on him as I do.
The full-body shiver Murr gives in response delights me.
Heat throbs between my thighs, and I work him with my mouth, getting even more turned on as I do.
I don’t know how long I remain on my knees, lavishing his cock with my tongue and lips.
He pumps slowly into my mouth, his movements speeding up as his excitement grows, and I love it.
Time feels like it stands still, with nothing in the universe but his hot skin, his hard length dragging down my tongue, and the taste of cinnamon sweets in my mouth.
Murr’s breath hitches again and he starts to pull away. “Dakota—”
I chase after him, refusing to let him go. I want him to lose control, want him to release like this. “You can come for me,” I tell him between breathless licks. “We have all the time in the world tonight. We can do this as many times as we want to. Let me make you feel good.”
He gives a low hiss, and when I take him into my mouth again, his hips surge forward.
He thrusts into my mouth deeper and deeper, his excitement taking over, and all I can do is hold on for the ride.
I try to use my hands, but he’s so close that he’s moving too quick for me to control.
A moment later, he comes, his release flooding my mouth and his growl shaking the windows in the bank office.
After years of feeling as if I’m helpless and weak, I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.