Page 4 of The Dragon 2
To be touched likewe were the miracle.
He knelt there, chest heaving, hair wild.
A Dragon undone.
“Tora. Untie me. Now.”
I steadied my breath. “And if I don’t?”
“Your pussy will pay for it eventually.”
“Are you threatening my pussy?”
He licked his lips.
“I should leave you here like this,” I lifted my foot and rubbed it along the curve of his cock.
Shivering, he moaned low.
“I should leave you hard, aching, and leaking all over the floor.”
He moaned low.
“But I won’t. . .Dragon. . .”
Leaning over, I reached down and fisted his cock in one hand, tight and slow.
He groaned like it hurt and healed him at the same time.
“You’ve been good,” I leaned in closer and kissed him. “And good boys deserve to cum.”
“Nyomi,” he moaned. “Please.”
I licked my lips and began to jack that big, thick cock. “Cum for me, Dragon.”
His response was immediate, a guttural groan that resonated in the air around us as his hips thrust into my hand.
Fucking my closed fist so hard I wished it was my pussy.
Mmmm.
I watched him, entranced by the sight of this underworld king coming undone for me.
He kept pumping that big cock into my closed hand. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, revealing the throbbing vein in his neck.
His voice came out strained. "Oh fuck."
“That's it,” I brushed my lips along his ear. “Let go.”
“Fuck,” he panted. Sweat trickled down his flushed skin. “Tora. . .”
Then, his body shuddered and stiffened, hit by an unseen force.
A primal growl tore through him and he came with a force that made my hand slick with his release. His cum was thick and spilling across my palm like hot liquid silk.
“Yes, Dragon,” I continued to pump his cock.
Then. . .
