Ember (The Dragao 1)

I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock, paying close attention to the tip, knowing he was sensitive there. I ran circles around the bulbous head before gently pressing my tongue into the slit, lapping up all that salty male essence that spilled from him. It was an intoxicating flavor on my tongue, something that had my pussy becoming even wetter.

He made a distorted sound above me, and then his hand was tangled in my hair, his fingers pressed against the back of my scalp. I didn’t know if he thought I was going to pull away, but the only plan I had right now was sucking him off until he filled my mouth with his seed. I grew hungry just thinking about his cum washing down the back of my throat.

I sucked the head of his erection into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down slightly, not taking more than the crown right now. I knew the teasing drove him mad with lust. With my other hand, I gripped the heaviness of his sack underneath, rolling the twin weights in my palm. He was so big that he overflowed my hand, and I clenched my thighs together, as that turned me on even more.

“Fates, my Emma,” he growled above me, and his fingers tightened even further on my hair. I took a little bit more of him between my lips, and inch by slow inch, I sucked on his erection. The tip hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly before retreating. I did this over and over again, my eyes watering before tears slid down my cheeks. I was so aroused, the throbbing between my legs fierce and strong, wetness coating my inner thighs embarrassingly.

Azar started using the leverage he had on the back of my head to bring me in closer, then pulled me back, sliding his cock in and out from between my lips. I already knew he was close to getting off by the rough sounds he made above me, how his abdomen clenched tight.

I lifted my gaze up to look into his face, not surprised to see his focus trained right on me, on what I was doing to him. His mouth was slightly parted, his gaze riveted to the sight of his cock disappearing into my mouth and reappearing. His fangs flashed long and sharp, and my neck tingled at the memory of him sinking those long, white points deep into my throat, forever tying us together.

I started moving my head faster, back and forth, taking as much of him as I could. When the tip was lodged in the back of my throat once more, I swallowed and let the muscles clench around his crown. He was making fearsome sounds above me, his hand still tangled tightly in my hair, his claws pricking my scalp in the most delicious way.

“Emma,” he snarled, his dragon rising up to take his pleasure too.

His hips started thrusting in and out faster, harder, and I placed my hands on his muscular thighs to steady myself as he fucked me like this. And when he came powerfully, I made sure to swallow the hot thickness of his cum.

I loved his flavor, the spicy muskiness of his seed flowing down my throat and causing me to hum in pleasure. He slowed his thrusting, breathed out roughly, and I pulled back, sitting on my heels as I stared up at him. My lips felt swollen, and his orgasm had been so powerful that some of his seed spilled out the corners of my mouth.

Before I could wipe it away, Azar was running his thumb over the first corner, then the other, collecting the droplets before pushing the digit back into my mouth and making me take all of it. I eagerly—greedily—sucked on the pad of his thumb, running my tongue over his skin and licking it all clean.

His expression was so tense and filled with so much raw desire. Before I could tell him to take me to the furs, he had me off the ground and lifted into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, and let him kiss me like he was starved for me. His cock was a rock-hard rope right between my legs and pressing against my pussy.

And when he lay me on the furs and pushed my inner thighs open, I felt heat flush through me at my eagerness. I was so ready to have him fill me up. He gripped his still-hard cock, remnants of his orgasm dripping out of the slit and sliding down the underside of the stalk. He aimed himself at my entrance, and in one swift move, he buried all of himself inside my pussy.