Page 21 of Fake Dating the Dragon
Those words mixed with the vulnerable and wild look in his eyes send a shock of desire to my core. I shift beneath him, my hands gliding over his soft, scaled stomach, watching his chest move with every deep breath, until my fingertips settle at his black leather belt. It doesn’t take much to have his jeans gaping. The considerable bulge in his boxer briefs pushes the denim apart.
Asher watches me with rapt attention, huffing out powerful breaths through his nose as my fingertips drag under the elastic waistband of his boxers, slowly peeling them away like I’m carefully unwrapping a gift.
It’s what he is in this moment—a gift, his body a balm to this heat. I’ve never been this bold before. I’m almost drunk with anticipation watching as the long stretch of scales grows wider until I reveal the smooth head of his cock, no, cocks.
Two smooth tips emerge from his cock sleeve and rest against the fabric of his boxers as I pull them down over his powerful scaled thighs. The toy took some liberties with the design, which makes sense. I doubt there is a dragon out there lending his cocks for a silicone sculpture.
Both heads look mostly human, but with a more tapered tip, and a thick veiny shaft, glistening with a thin layer of fluid making it easy for my hands to glide across its length.
“Fuck.” He groans, scissoring his fingers into me as I gingerly stroke both of his cocks in tandem.
Asher moves to position himself over me then stops, looking down between us.
“What is it?”
I follow, immediately noticing what he’s looking at.
He’s not only thicker than my toys, he’s also longer. I’d be intimidated looking at the size difference between us if I didn’t know my limits. This is where being a rabbit comes in handy. I’m always up for a challenge.
“Sit back.” I move my hands to his shoulders, nudging him towards the back of the couch, “Here.”
He looks at me like a deer in headlights as I climb over and straddle his thighs, his two cocks stacked between us and resting flat against his stomach, nearly reaching his belly button.
I wrap my fingers around his lower cock, lifting onto my knees as it guiding along the seam of my pussy until the head nudges between my folds, sending a shockwave of pleasure down my spine. Slowly, I sink down, savoring the stretch as his second cock rubs against my clit.
“Oh my god.” I whimper, moving my hands to Asher’s shoulders for leverage, my fingertips moving across his neck and threading through the hair at the base of his neck.
“You—you feel so good.” He pants out, staring deep into my eyes. One hand moves to grip my thigh while the other slides across the small of my back, cradling me closer against his chest. A wicked grin stretches across his face, “Fuck, look at how well you take my cock.”
“One of them.” I tease, rolling my hips as I get used to his size. The shaft of his other cock slides effortlessly, pressing firmly against my clit. I want nothing more than to chase the sparks of pleasure and ride him until we’re both drenched in sweat. No, I want to savor this.
Asher kisses my neck, whispering in my ear. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m sure we can work up to you taking both of them at the same time.”
“Do you promise?
I whimper as he shifts, his hips meeting mine with shallow thrusts which have me shaking as he holds me still possessively.
“You think I’m only going to fuck you once?” He buries his face against my neck, trailing kisses down to my shoulder, “You think I’m going to go about my life like nothing happened after seeing how you look riding my cock?”
His hand grips the back of my neck, holding me there as he covers my mouth with his. His tongue laps against mine as I gasp out a moan, his hips thrust up into me, rubbing my inner walls in a way that makes my legs go weak.
“Asher.” I moan, clawing at his scaled shoulders for purchase even though he has me locked in his embrace. I’m no longer in control, and I’m now hurtling towards my release, heat pooling between my thighs. His other cock twitches against my pussy, throbbing out of time enough to add an extra bit of friction.
I lean forward, biting down on his shoulder, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I come. He doesn’t stop or slow down, keeping his devastating rhythm and guiding me through my release.
He presses into me, his hips locked against mine as warmth drips down my thighs and across my belly, painting me with his cum.
“Gods, Princess.” Asher chuckles, “I didn’t think rabbits were supposed to bite.”
When I open my eyes, he’s touching the half-moon indentations from my teeth, including my tiny canines, against the gold of his skin. A blush creeps over my chest and straight up towards my hairline.
“I am so sorry.”
“Never apologize for marking me.” He cups my cheek, pressing a kiss to my lips, “Though next time it’s my turn.”
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