Page 42 of Red and Her Dragons (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 4)

Dirt and leaves filled my nose as my head rested on a collection of pine needles and leaves that had fallen from the trees surrounding us. Marcus climbed over me and settled between my legs, and his erection resting against my sex, furthering my arousal.

He kissed my nose and then my lips, followed by my chin before moving his way toward each breast. He took them into his mouth, one at a time, and sucked on my nipple, gently raking his teeth along the tip. I ran my fingers through his hair as he continued to ravish me.

The pleasure in what he did made my toes curl. I was so wet that I was sure he was going to make me implode.

As he continued on his way toward my sex, leaving a trail of kisses to mark his path, I started to shiver with need. His hot breath poured over my delicate mound, and I sighed. My orgasm was so close I could almost taste it.

He slid his tongue between my folds, brushing along my sex before pressing his mouth fully along my clit, sucking and licking. My thighs shook and I couldn’t catch my breath. Within seconds, I came, crying out my pleasure through the woods.

No sooner than my climax had ebbed, he climbed on top of me and pressed his dick into my entrance, gliding inside me with ease. He then lifted my legs to his shoulders before leaning over me. With a single push, I was thrust into wave after wave of ecstasy.

“You’re mine now,” he grunted. “You belong to me.”

I wanted to argue that I didn’t belong to only him, but words failed me. My mind was dizzy with pleasure, and I couldn’t think straight to form any semblance of a sentence. Instead, I absorbed all the things he did to me.

Warmth bled through my body, almost as though my insides had ignited, but it was a pleasant sensation that washed over me.

And that made me cocky.

Pun intended.

I removed my legs and ignored the confused expression on Marcus’s face and sat upright before I forced him to his back. Once he was laying down on the ground, I straddled him and allowed his dick inside me.

With circular motions from my hips, I moved above him, bracing myself on his chest. His hands explored my exposed skin until they rested on my breasts. My climax started to rush forward as his thumbs brushed along the tips of my nipples.

I leaned up, bracing myself on his legs at the spot below his knees, and rocked against him, letting my climax continue to build. Once it hit, I sat up and continued to ride him through the next wave of pleasure, crying out into the night air.

Just before my climax ended Marcus sat up and wrapped his arms around me. I moved my legs, wrapping them around him. His mouth connected with mine as we moved together. His dick throbbed inside me, and I gasped each time.

He groaned into my neck. As he moved within me, another climax started to build. Each breath and each move brought me closer and closer. Without missing a beat, he continued to move within me, placing kisses along my neck, holding me close to him.

His movements were slow and steady, which I appreciated. But there was a certain intention behind each motion. Everything he did had a purpose. And each one edged me ever so slowly to an orgasm. And it made perfect sense. He was as gentle and patient as he was in everything else he did.

But there was something sweeter behind what he was doing. And a hunger that could only be satisfied by me.

I wrapped my arms around him and dug the tips of my fingers into his skin. His mouth brushed the skin just behind my ear. Goosebumps prickled along my skin. I sighed.

Marcus squeezed me closer, forcing me to my back. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

I nodded.

He slid his arms underneath me and wove his fingers into my hair. They curled as he clutched my hair into his fists. Another rush of warmth bled through me. Comfortable and arousing.

I edged closer to my release.

I took in a deep breath as my climax hit. I cried out in pleasure as Marcus continued to control his movements, pushing me through wave after wave of intense release. He stiffened and grunted with each movement. Hot liquid spilled inside me as he continued to move through our shared release.

Once his movements faded, he relaxed above me, leaving a kiss on my shoulder.

“That was better than I had imagined,” he whispered.

I chuckled under my breath. “That was the most erotic, amazing sex ever.”

“Good,” he muttered. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

I sighed. “I don’t think I could.”

“I also meant what I said,” he added.

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