Dragon Hunts

I smacked his shoulder. “You’re a tease.”

“All you need to do is ask.”

I groaned. “Please fuck me?” I said quietly.

Declan pounded me and pounded me like he had before. Faster and harder. Every rough stroke and sharp pull delivered a jolt of ecstasy to my nerve-endings. I bucked against him, hungrily meeting his thrusts. He let me have my climax this time. My body went rigid as the waves of pure pleasure slammed into me. I shuddered, riding the endorphins.

But Declan wasn’t so generous the next time. He made me beg. A lot. And if I didn’t comply, he would halt my pleasure. He seemed to get a kick out of having me beg for an orgasm. He had the stamina of an Italian stallion and the will of a heartless dictator. I found myself enslaved by carnal pleasure. I did everything he asked. It thrilled him to see me moan and groan and scream his name at the height of my pleasure. And he brought me to oblivion so many times that by the time he decided he’d had enough of the pool, I was as limp as a rag doll.

He withdrew from me.

I didn’t know what had happened, but a second later, I was out of the pool. My body dripped with water as he carried me to the villa.

How did he do that? Get out of the water in a blink of the eye?

“Declan?”

He only purred.

With the tips of his toes, he pushed the door open. He closed it with his heel. He carried me to the bed and lay me in the middle of the scented sheet. I was dazed when he wrenched my legs open and plunged inside me, balls-deep.

I mewled. I cried. I swore. Declan fucked me across the bed with forceful thrusts that I was sure would bruise me for days. But I was beyond caring. All I wanted was him. My young god with the insatiable appetite.

“Beg me, Jessie. Beg me to fuck you harder.”

And I did. My throat was raw from all the pleading.

“Christ.” He gritted his teeth. His pounding was incessant, bordering on manic. “Scream my name, Jessie!”

A hard, vicious orgasm tore through me. I called his name as I blacked out. Everything went dark for a second. I felt like I was dying, in the most delicious, twisted way. He panted with me as I recovered from my blinding climax.

I noticed he was still as hard as a rock when he pulled his cock out of me. Goodness gracious. How many rounds did it take to make him come? I was starting to think I had bitten off more than I could chew. The man was a sex machine.

He kissed my cheek before he pushed me onto my stomach. He stroked my hair and pushed it out of the way. Silence stretched between us. I could feel his burning stare on my back as he studied my canvas of scars. He touched me, tracing each keloid and frozen welt as if he wanted to feel the pain I’d suffered.

I wanted to say something to break the ice until I felt him kiss my back. I moaned. Each kiss was so sweet and so loving that it touched my soul. Each brush of his lips brought ghostly, hot trails that blazed like fallen stars. His kiss stopped at the small of my back.

He ran his hands over my ass before he parted my legs wider. It took me a second to understand what he was up to.

“Declan?”

I heard him breathe heavily. “Aren’t you mine, Jessie?”

I had never been fucked in the ass before. Like I said, I wasn’t usually that adventurous. I choked on the answer. “Yes.” I didn’t have the heart to deny him.

“Good.”

I stiffened when I felt a finger brush my back entrance. Declan collected the juice from my pussy and lubricated my anus with it. I bit my lip whe

n he pushed a finger into me. It felt so lewd and tawdry. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it. But the second he finger-fucked me anally, I changed my mind. It felt so different from being fucked in the pussy. My sphincter clasped around his finger, protesting the forbidden intrusion as the soft, satiny thrills rasped down my spine.

“Relax, Jess. It’s going to be good. I promise.”

And I believed him.

I tried to relax as best as I could. My heart pounded in my throat when he inserted a second finger and made a scissoring motion. I clawed the bed. An unintended moan escaped. Morsels of pleasure burst out from my centre. My goodness. I hadn’t known it could be this good. Declan showed me a shade of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

When he was satisfied with the state of my arousal, Declan withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at my anus. His big, blunt tip kissed the entrance. I stiffened again.