Page 19 of The Dragon 2
Controlled only by the image of her lips wet with my pre-cum.
“Fuck! Tora. . .”
I slid my hand upward, teasing the underside where the skin thinned and sensitivity bloomed. My other hand found my balls again—cupping, lifting, massaging gently to intensify every stroke.
Then I pictured her above me.
Straddling me.
Tying my wrists behind my back with silk rope.
Riding my cock like it belonged to her.
Grinding slowly.
Breaking me.
She would call me hers.
Her good boy.
Her obedient dragon.
And I’d fucking roar from my orgasm.
Fuck yes.
The pressure coiled deeper.
Tighter.
I stroked my cock some more—thumb circling the crown where the rose piercing curved against me—and my body snapped.
I groaned, chest heaving.
Hot jets of cum surged from the tip of my cock in violent pulses.
Across my hand.
Some landed on the window.
Some across my stomach.
A few thick ropes glistened across my thighs.
Loudly groaning, I let my head fall back.
Breath wild.
Muscles trembling.
Fucking wrecked by a dream.
By a voice.
By her.
My Nyomi.
