Page 37 of Always Say Yes to a Dragon

I licked my lips as I took him in. Az’zael’s dicks pulsed against his zipper, as if sensing the direction of my thoughts.

I sauntered over. “So generous,” I purred, stroking him through his pants. My fingers caressed a ridge, the slight pressure of my hand pushing him into the backless chair.

“Anything you want,” he choked out. Evidently, those ridges were sensitive.

The hitch in his breath, his eyes fastened to my hands, his own hands clenching and unclenching at his sides—I could ask him for anything right now, and he’d give it to me. It seemed a little unfair, especially since that wasn’t my goal.

No, I wanted to thank him.

I knelt between his thighs, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cocks. The size of them, thenumber, was still a little overwhelming, but this would let me get familiar with them. The desire tugging low in my belly, making my pussy ache and clench, agreed.

My panties grew damp as I ran my gaze over the golden-hued dicks. Tentatively, I touched one. It jumped as if begging for more. His scaled skin was softer here, more delicate.

I fisted one cock in each hand. I couldn’t wrap my fingers all the way around them, and I stared for a moment before shaking myself. He would be a delightful challenge.

Those tapered tips would help. I flicked out my tongue and tasted one. Salty and musky, accompanied by the gentle rasp of scales against my tongue.

He hissed in a breath. “Oh, fuck, are you—you don’t have to—”

“Oh, but I want to.” Endless possibilities rushed through my mind, and I dipped my head for another taste.

“I’ve never—dragons don’t—”

I pulled back. “Dragons don’t give head?” Shock cleared some of the gossamer threads of desire from my brain.

“I would happily eat your sweet pussy until you pass out, but”—he bared his sharp teeth—“the other way around doesn’t work. Too many teeth.”

My pussy pulsed at his promise, but this wasn’t about me. This was about him, and the heady realization that he’d never received a blow job in his life.

“Do you want me to show you how humans do it?” I asked, searching his face.

“Only if you desire.” His scales went a deep ruby, his golden eyes locked on where my hand touched his thigh.

I answered him by stretching my lips around the head of one massive cock, flicking my tongue over the tip.

A low groan rent the air. One large hand sank into my hair, guiding me down. I swirled my tongue around a tip, tasting salty pre-come. His soft pants filled my ears.

I’d need to be careful. His dicks were huge, and I had more enthusiasm than skill when it came to blow jobs. Luckily, he had nothing to compare any of my shortcomings to.

I sank down farther so I could tongue the sensitive ridges running down the underside of each cock.

His hips shot up to meet me, pumping twice before he forced them to still.

“You should—” He moaned as I sucked the shaft deep into my mouth, my tongue playing with one of the ridges. “Stop,” he panted.

That breathy “stop” sounded a lot like something hethoughthe should say, this dragon who bought my time yet never once pressured me.

I popped off and glanced up at him, finding a hungry look in his eyes and all of his attention fixed on me. “Oh?”

He froze, his eyes darting between my lips and his dicks, seeming unable to answer.

I sank back down onto the other cock, trying to fit more of him in my mouth while wrapping one hand around each base.

His hips rose to meet me, and he made another gratifying moan as his fingers dug deeper into my hair, his claws grazing my scalp and sending shivers through me. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to pull me off or urge me on. I’m not sure he could, either.

“I’m not”—more panting as I sucked him deep—“going to last.” He looked down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Both cocks jerked in my hands.

I hummed agreement, my mouth too full to talk.

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