Page 40 of Dragon Thief of New York
She sucks her lips between her teeth before answering. “A lot of things.”
“Like what?” I push her gently back so she sinks down onto the couch. “I want to hear every depraved fantasy. Tell me everything that gets that sweet pussy dripping. Everything.”
She swallows and squirms. I lower to my knees and press myself between her legs, my hands on the couch on the outside of her hips so I can get right in her face. “Tell. Me.”
“I like being in control,” she finally gasps out.
A wide smile stretches my cheeks. “You want to tell me what to do, beauty?”
“More than anything.”
“Fuck, I like that,” I groan. “Let me serve your every whim. Let me be yours.”
There’s been an awkward tension to her ever since we left Damian’s room, but now it melts away. Staring down at me with a wicked smile, she’s my fiery Kat again.
“Take off your clothes,” she commands.
“Yes, ma’am.” I stand up, kick off my shoes, and pull my shirt over my head.
She chuckles at my eagerness. For a brief moment, her eyes flash to the hall with a note of worry, but she quickly shakes it off when I drop my pants and boxers. Any concern about getting caught, or the awkwardness of the situation falls away, replaced by heated desire. Scales pop up on her arms, flames flickering in her eyes.
I stand in front of her, waiting for her next command. Her gaze travels over every inch of me, and my cock twitches in response. She smirks.
“On your knees.” She points to the floor in front of her.
I happily obey.
“Take off my shoes.” She holds up one foot.
I slip off one shoe and sock before kissing the top of her foot, right at the curve of her ankle. Then I do the same to the other. Once I’m done, I sit back on my heels. A bead of pre-cum slides down my shaft, and I can’t help wrapping my hand around my length and giving it a firm jerk.
Her eyes blaze. “Hands off what’s mine.”
Oh shit, yes! I love hearing her claim me. So much better than when she was pissed at me yesterday.
She pulls her sweater over her head and drops it on the couch next to her. Then she unzips her jeans, lifting her hips to wiggle out of them. When they’re at her shins, I reach forward to help.
“No,” she snaps. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet.”
Holy fucking hell, this is hot.
“Hands behind your back,” she commands, a tiny curl of smoke pouring from her lips.
I immediately clasp my hands behind me.
“Good boy.” Her smile is magnetic.
I lift off my heels just so I can be a little closer to her. She kicks her pants off, and they hit my chest before falling to the floor in front of me. I want to pick them up and burry my face in them, but I keep still.
Her smile is all the reward I need.
“Such a good boy.” Her legs part, and she pulls her underwear to the side, letting me see her glistening center. She wasn’t exaggerating about being soaked. Thick cream leaks out of her, begging me to taste it. I lick my lips. Every muscle in my body shakes from the strain of staying still.
Her fingers brush over her lips before moving up to pull down the cups of her bra. She doesn’t take it off, just pops her tits out like a delectable feast to tempt me. My heart races, each breath faster than the one before.
“Trace my lips with your tongue,” she says.
I go for her mouth, but she stops me with a palm out and a mischievous grin. “Not those lips.”
