Page 247 of The Dragon 2
It probably was not the wisest decision of my life because I thought I could play with fire and walk away unscathed. Thought I could flash a little thigh, command him to kneel, wave a feathered stick like a queen, ride his face, andstillkeep control.
But. . .the thing about his fire. . .his flames had learned me. They had figured out what made me tremble.
Kenji shoved his cock deep into me.
“Oh!”
It was a slow, brutal glide of thick, heavy cock parting me inch by inch, and with every inch, my body gave up control, breath, memory.
And I felt that rose-shaped piercing too.
Oh fuckkk.
The warm metal caressed along my walls, perfect gold-petaled-stroking along my pussy’s most sensitive inner ridges, pressing deep into places that had never been touched like this by any-fucking-body.
When that piercing hit my g-spot—sweet, swollen, aching—I choked on a moan that never made it past my lips.
My mouth dropped open in a silent scream. My body seized. All the teasing, all the banter, every ounce of humor evaporated like it had never lived here.
And Kenji didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath.
He just continued to fill me so completely my pussy pulsed around him in confused panic and desperate pleasure, clutching his cock as it slid deeper, the rose piercinggliding,rubbing,imprintingalong my inner walls in long, aching, sacred strokes.
A raw groan left him.
“Oh, Tora.” He buried his face in my neck and his uneven breaths shuddered against my skin. “Goddamn. Iknew.Iknewyour pussy would feel this good. . .”
Loudly groaning again, he drew his cock back just a little, and then eased in again—slow, dragging, obscene. The rose piercing caressed that same spot inside me, and I nearly came on the spot.
“I knew it would be good, but notTHIS good.” His voice broke into a growl. “Not this wet. Not this fucking tight.”
I whimpered.
He was hitting my g-spot again and again with that piercing and in that sinful rhythm, slow and grinding. “Fuck, Tora. Your pussy was made for this.”
“Oh.”
“You feel that? How I stretch you open, how your pussy clenches around my cock so perfectly.”
“Oh fuck, Kenji. . .”
“No. . .I’m your good little Dragon.”
“Oh.”
“Tell me something, Tora.” He slowly circled his hips, angling the piercing just right to blissfully rub my insides. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Are you sure, Tora?”
“It’s yours. Oh my God—it’s yours.”
“Mmm.” He buried himself even deeper, until I swore I could feel the base of his cock kiss my pussy’s edge, my body clinging like it never wanted to let go.
