Page 66 of Saving the Last Heir
I kissed her again, sucking on her tongue as I continued to thrust into her delicious pussy. I moved slowly, not because I wanted to be sweet, but because I wanted her to feel every second, every inch. I wanted it burned into her memory so she’d never forget how I made her come apart.
She whimpered into my mouth as I slid out of her. Her thighs were slick, her light brown skin flushed, dewy with sweat. She ran her fingers across my chest and lifted her hips to meet mine as I thrust into her again.
Letting out another whimper, she wriggled beneath me. “God,” she moaned. “Feels so good.”
“You feel better,” I said, smiling down on her.
She dug her nails into my chest. “Harder. Fuck me harder. Fuckingtakeme, Jackson.”
My dragonroaredout in exultation at her words and rushed forward, hungry to take the reins. I gave myself wholly over to the animalistic desire within me. Sitting up, I lifted her legs up until they rested on my shoulders, wrapped my arms around her thighs and fucked her with an abandon I didn’t know I possessed.
Face contorted with pleasure, Shyanne pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle the sounds of her ecstasy. I impaled her with the full length of my cock, taking her the way she’d asked to. Ourskin crashed together, the bed creaked, and sweat beaded on my forehead as my ass flexed with each thrust.
“I’m gonna come again,” she cried, her voice thin, almost as if she was terrified of the impending pleasure.
Reaching down, I caressed her chest, sweeping my hands through the thin sheen of sweat, then tugged at her nipples as I thrust into her. She whimpered and gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. Like that, fully given over to bliss and carnal delight, she looked gorgeous. The arch of her jaw as her mouth fell open, the curves of her body as I thrust into her? Nothing and no one had ever looked more beautiful.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You’re all right. Let go. Let itallgo. Look at me. I want to look into your eyes when you come.”
Her abs flexed as she lifted her hips toward me, taking me deeper with each thrust, her gorgeous green eyes locked on mine. A faint smile played on her lips as she gave in to the pleasure.
“That’s it,” I panted, moving even faster. “Good girl. I’m gonna make you come.”
“Faster,” she gasped as she grabbed my forearms. “Harder.”
My eyes rolled back in delight at her words, and I slammed into her, my dragon urging me on. A few seconds later, Shyanne threw her head back into the pillow, clenched her jaw, and shuddered beneath me.
“Yes, God, yes, don’t stop,” she cried.
I continued with the same rhythm, hard and fast, her pussy clenching deliciously around my cock as her orgasm turned her into a twitching beautiful mess.
As she clawed at the sheets, lost in the manic glee of her climax, my own orgasm rapidly approached. A twinge of pleasure slid down my cock to my balls, building with each thrust into her tight, wet heat.
I grunted, a bead of sweat dripping from my face to her stomach. “Fuck, you make me feel so good.”
Shyanne wrapped her legs around me and dug her heels into my ass.
“Give it to me,” she said, her face still flushed. “Come in me. Fill me up, Jackson.”
That was all it took, the explosive orgasm that followed those few short words was enough to actually make my vision go white. Still, I kept crashing into her. Nothing had ever felt this good, thisright.
Fully spent, I collapsed onto her, pressing my lips to hers, satisfied in a way I couldn’t even describe. Pulling away, I looked into her eyes.
Shyanne grinned at me. “Holyfuck. That was…reallygood.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, brushing her hair out of her face. “I know I did.”
“I think you broke me,” Shyanne said, and laughed.
“Never,” I whispered.
Just looking at her—face flushed, sweaty and freshly fucked—sent a new wave of desire through me. My dragon gave a hungry growl at the back of my mind. Shyanne’s exhausted smile turned to a look of wide-eyed shock as my cock—still inside her—stiffened again.
“Already?” she gasped.
“Benefits of being a shifter. Are you good with that?”
Her lips moved a few times, as if to say something, but no sound came out. Finally, she nodded and twisted her hips, forcing me deep again.
