Page 107 of Driven By Dragonblood
My cock throbbed with the need for friction, pre-cum dripping onto my belly.
Patrick shifted his hips up, prohibiting his own shaft from rubbing against the mattress.
“Bastard.” I huffed, and he chuckled before flicking his tongue over my hole with teasing caresses that made more wetness trickle from Prim’s pussy. Curses spilled from me as I stared at my alpha worshiping my ass, taint, and balls. “Please,” I begged for what he already knew I wanted—and I was well aware he had zero intention of giving in.
My dick ached from the lack of friction, but I would gift my alpha what he desired. What I loved.
Coming untouched.
The out-of-control agony of my taint pulsing, shooting spunk up my shaft?—
I gasped, swallowing hard, fighting to keep my eyes on Patrick’s as he made a meal of me and waiting for his permission to come.
Pleasure rippled through him, far beyond the sexual gratification my body offered him.
Your submission allows me the control I need.His thought echoed through my head, causing what I expected love would feel like to swell in my chest.The trust you offer me. The acceptance of my darkness—the longing for it.
Swallowing hard, I nodded.
All of my life, my parents couldn’t be bothered with me. They’d sent me away when I became too much. I’d acted out in desperation for attention—for discipline that showed they cared. Patrick went far beyond giving me what I required, setting me straight when necessary.
Even though he secretly got off on my brattiness.
He growled against my slack hole, nibbling on my sensitive flesh.
“Please…”
My alpha shoved two fingers up my hole. Curled them inside my ass, searching?—
“Fuck!” I jolted, my hold clutching at the backs of my knees, writhing against him. My dick throbbed in pure agony, my balls tight, ready to seize. “Patrick—fuck!Please!”
Prim whimpered, fighting to stop herself from reaching between her thighs.
“Come, boy.”
I hollered as spunk shot up my shaft, splattering over my chest and chin in endless spurts. I fought to hold his gaze, crying out again as he grabbed the base of his own shaft to keep from joining me in my release that seemed to go on forever.
Heaving for breath, I went lax with the last dribble of seed from my slit. I’d come my brains out but was hardly satisfied.
Prim’s shudder rippled through all of us, pebbling my skin.
A low hum of approval, of pure pleasure, rumbled in Patrick’s chest as he released his hold on my ass and straightened my legs around where he knelt between my thighs. He dragged a finger up over my torso, smearing my cum while the need to mix his own into the mess tempted him to jerk off.
But he wasn’t done.
He bent, licking up my flaccid shaft, leaving a wet trail of saliva over my abs. He gathered my spunk from my chest on his tongue, swallowing me down. More sounds of satisfaction escaped his throat, and he lapped and sucked, cleaning me of every last trace of my release.
Prim’s mouth watered, but she held still beside me, a vibrating bundle of need.
“Such a salty snack,” Patrick said, smacking his lips. “But now I’m hungry for something sweet.”
“Yes,” Prim whispered, whining deep in her chest when Patrick climbed over to settle between her thighs.
He buried in her pubis, breathing her in like he’d done with me. Both of us groaned over the scent of strawberries flooding our noses.
I grunted at the zing of lust stirring again in my groin.
Patrick liked my body’s response. Had planned on it. He would make me ache before giving us all the shared climax we lusted for.
