Page 35 of Reptile Dysfunction
The first touch of her hand on my bare cock nearly shatters my control. She explores me with curious fingers, tracing the ridges and veins, wrapping around my considerable girth to measure what awaits her. When she squeezes gently, every snake on my head goes still, then collectively shudders in pleasure.
“Apparently, I affect all of you,” she says with a satisfied smile.
“More than you know.” I guide her hand, showing her how I like to be touched—firm but gentle, twisting slightly on the upstroke. “But if you keep this up, I won’t last.”
“Then perhaps we should move things along.” She rises slightly, positioning herself above me. “Are you sure your back—”
“Will be fine as long as you’re doing the work.” I grip her hips, helping to support her. “Though I reserve the right to flip us over once I’m healed.”
“Deal.” Her smile is both wicked and tender as she lowers herself, taking me in inch by careful inch.
The sensation is overwhelming—her heat, her tightness, the look of concentration and pleasure on her face as she adjusts to my size. My snakes create patterns of desire in the surrounding air, their movements becoming increasingly erratic as my own control frays. Sterling maintains his hold on her throat, as if to anchor her to me.
When she’s finally taken all of me, we both pause, breathing hard. The connection feels monumental, more than physical—as if something fundamental has shifted between us.
“Okay?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of keeping still.
“More than okay.” She moves, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. “You feel… incredible.”
Words fail me as she rides me with increasing confidence, her body taking what it needs while giving pleasure in return. My hands roam her body, caressing her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, finding where we’re joined to add pressure where she needs it most.
The sight of her above me—head thrown back, body flushed with desire, Sterling’s iridescent scales contrasting with her creamy skin—is almost too much to bear. My snakes move in increasingly chaotic patterns, mirroring my growing impatience as I fight to hold back until she finds her release.
I know the moment she’s close—her rhythm falters, her inner muscles tighten around me, her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her eyes fly open and then, just as quickly, slam closed. My thumb finds her magic spot and circles with firm, deliberate pressure.
“Let go,” I encourage, watching her face. “I’ve got you.”
When she comes apart, it’s glorious—her body tightening around me, her voice crying out my name, her hands gripping my shoulders as if I’m her lifeline in a storm. My snakes reach for her as she shudders through her release.
The sight, the sensation, the knowledge that I’ve brought her such pleasure—it’s too much. With a guttural groan, I follow her over the edge, my release claiming me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
But I’m far from finished with her. Even as she catches her breath above me, my cock hardens again inside her still-sensitive channel. The adrenaline from tonight, combined with weeks of wanting her, has awakened something primal and insatiable.
“Again,” I growl against her throat, my hands gripping her hips. “I need to have you again.”
Her eyes widen as she feels me swelling inside her. “Thad, I don’t think I can—”
“You can,” I assure her, beginning to move in slow, deep up-strokes that make her gasp. “And you will. I’m going to fuck you until dawn, until you forget every safe choice you could have made, until the only name you remember is mine.”
I flip her onto her hands and knees without breaking our connection, my cock never leaving the tight grip of her pussy. From this angle, I can go even deeper, hitting spots that make her scream with pleasure.
“Mine.” The word rumbles with enforcer dominance. My eyes glow in the darkness, pupils reduced to reptilian slits as every possessive instinct flares to life.
“Yes,” she agrees, arching her back to take me deeper. “Fuck me harder, Thad. Make me yours.”
When climax takes us this time, it’s with the force of a storm. My roar of completion echoes through the water tower as I empty myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as rope after rope of hot cum floods her.
Long minutes later, we finally separate, both breathing hard, both overwhelmed by the intensity. After I lie next to her, she collapses carefully with her head on my chest, mindful of my back even in her boneless state. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close as our heartbeats gradually slow. My snakes settle around us, several resting contentedly against her skinwhile Sterling maintains his loose hold on her throat, clearly pleased with himself.
“That was…” she begins, then nips my ear and whispers as though the next word is our little secret, “Life changing.”
“Evolutionary,” I supply, and feel her laugh against my chest.
“Is that the technical term?” She props herself up to look at me, her hair delightfully mussed, her lips swollen from our kisses.
“Perhaps a better word is revolutionary… for having mind-blowing sex with an ex-enforcer Gorgon?” I brush a strand of hair from her face, marveling that I’m allowed this—allowedher. “Though more research may be required to confirm.”
“Mmm, I do believe in thorough research.” She stretches like a satisfied cat, then winces slightly. “Though perhaps after a brief recovery period. Some of us don’t have supernatural stamina.”
