Page 55 of Courting the Dragon Prince
He closed his eyes, opening himself up to Onyx’s cock sliding in and out of his throat. Luther ground his palm against his own aching cock, which leaked pre-cum in his trousers.
Tears prickled his eyes.
“Shit!” Onyx gasped. “I would have done this a long time ago if I’d known it would shut you up.” His hips jerked, and he hit the back of Luther’s throat. “Oh!”
Luther choked as his throat muscle spasmed.
“Fuck.” Onyx tugged Luther off his cock. “Sorry.” He stroked Luther’s cheek as Luther sputtered and coughed.
But Luther had no interest in Onyx’s kindness. He slapped Onyx’s hand away.
“Don’t go easy on me. I can take anything you can give.” Luther sucked a deep breath into his aching lungs. “I’ve had lots and lots of practice recently,” he lied and winked. “Just ask Elias.”
Onyx’s eyes blazed with fury. Suddenly, Onyx gripped Luther’s head with one hand whilst feeding Luther his cock with the other.
“I’ll show you.” Then Onyx was gripping Luther’s head with both hands, shoving Luther down, forcing him to take Onyx’s cock in his mouth and throat, not stopping until Luther’s nose was buried in Onyx’s pubic hair.
Onyx pulled back, dick sliding out. Luther inhaled through his nose.
“I’ll make you forget all about the lightning prince. I’ll make you forget all the others.” Onyx shoved his hips forward. “All you’ll be thinking about is me and taking my dick.”
Luther gripped at Onyx’s trousers with one hand as Onyx’s cock filled his throat repeatedly. With his other hand, Luther yanked at the ties of his own trousers. He shoved his hand inside and pulled himself out. Gripping his cock, he began to jerk himself.
Onyx growled above him, hips snapping as he fucked Luther’s face. Just as Luther wanted.
Onyx gave no gentleness. No kindness. He was just a man desperate to come and spill his seed down Luther’s throat.
Luther moaned, the sound muffled by Onyx’s dick.
Onyx’s fingers dug into Luther’s skull. He gazed down at Luther, arousal and anger blazing in his eyes.
Luther’s cock pulsed hot in his hand. Tears leaked from his eyes as he kept fighting his gag reflex. He managed to draw in slivers of air through his nose every time Onyx pulled back.
But it wasn’t quite enough. He felt dizzy and light-headed. Still, he wanted more. He wanted every single thrust of Onyx’s hips. He wanted every inch of Onyx’s cock deep in his throat.
Onyx thrust. “You are so good at this. So good at being on your knees in front of me.”
Luther’s balls tingled. His blood roared in his ears.
With a grunt, Onyx shoved his cock deep one final time, holding Luther in place with trembling hands. He threw his head back. His member pulsed in Luther’s throat, filling Luther with spurt after spurt of thick seed.
Tears ran down Luther’s cheeks as he stroked himself faster. His hand tightened on his cock as his whole body shook with need.
The pleasure built to a crescendo inside him. He cried out around Onyx’s dick. His own cock pulsed in his hand, and he shot onto the grass.
After a moment, Onyx released him, stepping back, cock sliding from Luther’s mouth.
Luther sucked in air. His lungs ached. He slumped against the wall. He wiped a hand over his tear-streaked face and his swollen lips. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his throat and mouth sore from use.
He smiled, perfectly sated.
When they’d first met, Luther had expected Onyx to be cold and dull during sex. But Onyx’s cold, hard exterior hid a volcanic passion that was desperate to burst forth.
After several moments, when his breathing and heartbeat had returned to normal, Luther opened his eyes.
Onyx righted his clothes, facing slightly away from Luther. A concerned frown marred Onyx’s face. “I’m sorry.”
A cold disappointment settled inside Luther, replacing the pleasure of a moment before.
