Dragon Hunts

“Let me do the honours, okay?”

I nodded like a loon.

He undid the buttons with great deftness. A strained groan escaped him when he saw my brassiere. “Red…”

I felt self-conscious in an instant. “You don’t like it?”

“I love it. I usually know the colour of the bra you’re wearing, but since you’re wearing a black blouse”—the haughty smile returned—“my guess was off.”

He unhooked the front clasp of my bra. My breasts spilt out from their containment. I felt so exposed and vulnerable.

“Jessie. Look at me.”

I met his gaze.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

He palmed my breasts, fingers tugging my nipples. I fidgeted from the sensation. He wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me closer as he found my nipple with his mouth. My heart lurched into my throat. My goodness. My spine kinked in pleasure. I instinctively grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his expensive suit, not caring if I ruined it. He sucked me, slow and steady, until a deep, drawing ache between my thighs became impossible to ignore. He trapped my hard bud between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, then rolled it with such finesse that I found myself wordless, incapable of coherent thought, as I mewled in kittenish purrs of unadulterated pleasure.

He gave one more deep suck before releasing me with a loud pop. I quivered from head to toe.

Declan fumbled with his belt and zipper. “I need to fuck you now.” A heartbeat later, his hot flesh nudged against mine.

I gripped the headrest of the seat. I looked down, curious to see what his cock looked like. My skirt was in the way. Before I could push my skirt to the side, he yanked me down and penetrated me.

I had to yell.

He was so goddamn fucking big it hurt—but hurt so good that tears leaked onto my cheeks. I gasped, filling my lungs with much-needed air. He speared my cunt without mercy, forcing me to accept him whole, the inevitable length of a well-endowed man. The tight walls of my vagina stretched around him in protest. I wasn’t really ready, nor had I ever had a cock this big. It knocked the breath out of my lungs.

“Ssh, babe, just a little more. I know you can take me,” he whispered. Perspiration beaded his temples. His hands practically clawed my naked ass.

At that moment, I very much wanted to punch him. It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one being rammed with a cock that size. Declan eased up and down until he was able to sheathe himself all the way in. His thatch felt coarse against my buzzing clit. He was balls-deep inside me.

God. I didn’t know what to feel. Pain and pleasure twirled in an eternal dance. My pussy fluttered around his veined shaft, trying to adjust to the delicious intrusion. I marvelled at the sensation.

“Declan…”

“That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good.” He gulped hard. “Christ. I’ve been imagining this moment for a very long time. It’s damn well worth the wait.”

He kissed the side of my jaw, my neck, the hollow of my throat, each brush of his lips scorching me with his lust.

“Later, when we get to Bali, I want to make love to you properly. But now—”

He tugged back and slammed in.

“I want to—”

He pulled out.

“Fuck—”

Thrust.

“You—”

Yanked out and plunged back in.

“Hard.”