Dragon Hunts

Declan swam to the edge, dragging me along with him. He propped me against the wall and enclosed me in his arms against his hard, perfect body. I gasped. I could feel his cock hardening on my belly. I instinctively grabbed it. He was as enormous as I remembered. His length was alarming. He hissed as I squeezed him. His thick cock pulsed in spasms.

“Christ.” A low groan curled out of his masculine throat. “Harder.” His plea was a combination of a gasp and a demand.

With both hands, I clasped his shaft and massaged his erection upwards. Declan started to pant, murmuring in a low voice, urging me to stroke him harder and faster. I was only too happy to oblige him. My nipples pebbled at his reaction. My pussy clenched and thrummed. Heat pulsed, lulling me into burning desire. I wanted to be filled. To be fucked.

To be loved.

Declan licked my lips. The tip of his tongue traced the inner line of my mouth. I nibbled him back. We kissed as the lust branded us both, scorching. I felt like I was going to faint. Each stroke of his tongue was treacherously dangerous, pulling me into a deeper, madder need.

He kneaded my breasts as he swept his tongue over the roof of my mouth, marking everything as his. All rational thought evaporated from my alcohol-laden brain. My primal instincts took over. All I knew was that I needed this man as badly as I needed my next breath.

Declan broke the kiss. He kissed the side of my jaw. My neck. He bit me, marking my flesh as his. I shivered. Each nick and suck sent exquisite pleasure straight down to my pussy.

“Declan…”

“Mmm?”

I gulped hard. “Please…”

“Please what?” His tone was controlled and precise.

I’d never begged any man to take me. I wasn’t usually big on sex and had rarely reached an orgasm at the hands of any man I’d slept with. But Declan had changed that. His touch seared my lust. His kiss burnt my sanity to cinders.

“Please, fuck me.” My face heated with embarrassment as I uttered my plea.

“Say again?”

Damn him. “Please fuck me.”

“Please fuck me, Declan,” he corrected me.

This time I echoed it shamelessly.

A triumphant smile plastered itself over his handsome, young face. The veins in his temples strained as if it took a great deal of self-restraint to control his own urges. His face coloured. Even the roots of his close-cropped hair were flushed. Declan seemed to want to ravish me that very moment, as hard, as savagely as he could, which I wouldn’t mind anyway but he decided against it.

He released my breasts. He slipped his hands to my thighs and clawed my naked ass. He lifted me slightly, to his level. I could feel his glorious length and startling hardness.

“Now, where were we again?” he teased.

I growled impatiently. “You’re about to—”

I yelped as Declan penetrated me without warning. I grabbed his shoulders and buried my face on his chest. He speared into me. He was too big—I almost couldn’t take him. How could I have forgotten? This was exactly what had happened the last time.

“I’m sorry, babe.” His apology was heart-wrenchingly sincere. “We should do this more often so you’ll get used to me.”

Bastard.

Declan tugged and pushed, working his way in expertly before he finally slammed home. I sucked a lungful of air between my clenched teeth. He felt so hot. His cock throbbed in my depths as if it possessed a life of its own. My pussy clasped around his shaft. The pain edged into sharp pleasure. The ecstasy was beyond words.

“Jessie…” Declan crushed his mouth to mine. He kissed me like a demented man as he fucked me like one. He rocked me, ramming me with lash upon lash of ferocious, eager thrusts.

It made me insane. He had barely fucked me for a dozen strokes when an urge to come started pestering me like crazy. I dug my nails into his skin. I wasn’t there yet. I needed more. Just a bit more…

All of a sudden, he stopped.

I tore my mouth from him. I was so close. “Declan!”

“Yes, babe?”