Lerin's Bride (Crystal Glass Dragons 3)

I’d never felt anything like this before.

If I came with a partner (and that was a big if), usually it was just the once and I had to work for it.

I’d just had two orgasms from oral, and it didn’t look like it was going to stop there.

It was wild.

He knew my bodysodamn well.

His fingers, pressing in further and moving faster, hit something in me that sparked my body into motion. My legs bent tighter, my back arched, and I let out a moan louder than any before.

There was no way the driver didn’t hear that.

It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that Lerin immediately rubbed against that spot again. My fingers returned to his hair, and I tried to breathe between moans. Every time his fingers rocked into me, it felt that incredible. My sensitive clit was glad for the break as he instead devoted himself to working my entrance.

I had actual tears in my eyes at how good it felt. I was electricity in human form: every part of me was buzzing and vibrating and shaking with pleasure. His speed grew, faster still. It was like passing out, losing consciousness, and yet I was still there experiencing every incredible touch.

I was going to come again before I even had him inside of me.

“Lerin,” I whispered, tugging his hair a little to get his attention, “come here.” His face was shiny with my arousal and he wiped it away with his sleeve. That suit must have cost his country an impossible amount. What a mess. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been too exhausted to move. Lerin repositioned himself to lay on top of me. And, after gently teasing a strand of my hair away my face, he kissed me.

I could taste myself on his lips and it didn’t matter.

I just wanted to lose myself in him. Hell, I already felt like I was lost.

It was sensual and hungry. His clothed cock rested on my thigh, full with arousal. I wanted him in my mouth, but there was also so much else I wanted of him and the possibilities were dizzying. I snuck my hand down to his thick cock, and he unzipped his pants so I could have full access.

His pulse was steady in it. It twitched under my touch, eager and ready to be put to use.

One of his hands wove into my hair while the other cupped my lower back. He leaned in closer, and without needing to ask, I guided his cock into me.

Oh mygod.

It was a slow press.

He pushed in, stretching me more than I’d ever been stretched, then pulled back a little to press in further. My legs spread of their own accord, and I gasped against his mouth as he was able to get in deeper. The hand in my hair now found its way down my body and between us. After a moment, he began rubbing my clit.

It set off a spark inside me.

“Lerin,” I moaned.

“Ngh, you’re so damn tight,” he praised. Kissing my brow, then my lips, he pressed all the way in—to the hilt. The fact that I could take all that was empowering in a weird way. He rocked back and pressed in again.

I saw stars.

It was like a galaxy of pleasure had coalesced inside me. It was infinite and moving and real, and I was trembling so hard it felt like shivers. His fingers left my clit, in favor of my hips. His grip was rough and sure as he thrust into me again and again.

My chest bounced on every impact, and my hands found the edge of the seat to grip on for support. He leaned in and laid hickeys across my breasts, sucking in deep bruises that made moans spill freely from my lips.

“Oh, Lerin,” I gasped.

“Olive,” he moaned.

It lit an electric fire in my heart, and I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply.

His hands tightened on my hips as he did so, his bruising grip anchoring me in this world of pleasure. The limo seat creaked beneath us, and I worried what the driver would think of us doing this on the way to the kingdom. I was lost in it, lost in how good it felt, lost in how gorgeous and incredible he was.