Page 140 of Courting the Dragon King

Konrad rocked his hips and groaned. “Dragon gods. You always feel so good.”

“I’d feel better if you were inside me.” Wraith handed back the oil. “Now hurry up and fuck me. Please.”

“Your request is my command.” Konrad pressed a kiss to Wraith’s shoulder and took the vial. He uncorked it and poured the oil onto his palm and fingers. The scent of jasmine flowers lingered in the air.

Wraith got onto his hands and knees. Konrad slicked his dick and poured more oil onto his fingers. Wraith whimpered as Konrad’s fingers slipped into his hole. Konrad plunged two digits deep. Wraith clenched around them.

Konrad’s hard dick throbbed as he imagined shoving into Wraith’s tight hole. He exhaled. They had time. And Wraith had been injured. He needed to take it slow.

He moved his fingers in and out, stretching them apart. When Wraith pushed back, Konrad added a third. Small gasps and sounds of pleasure escaped Wraith.

Konrad curled his fingers, searching for that magic nub. Wraith cried out. His fingers gripped the sheets.

“Does that feel good?” Konrad repeatedly nudged that spot deep inside Wraith.

Wraith keened in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Konrad removed his fingers. “Are you ready for me?” He moved into place. He slid his cock up and down Wraith’s crease. The tip bumped against Wraith’s rim. The tight muscle clenched.

“Yes. So ready,” Wraith panted.

The head of Konrad’s dick pushed against Wraith’s entrance. He gasped as the tip slipped inside. Then he was sliding into tight heat. It felt like Wraith was sucking Konrad’s cock inside his body. Their moans mingled.

Wraith reached back and gripped Konrad’s thigh, urging him on. Konrad filled him right to the hilt. They both held still. Their breathing filled the space around them. Konrad ran his hands over Wraith’s body, feeling muscles tense and relax beneath his touch.

“I love you, Wraith,” Konrad whispered into his ear. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Love you too.”

Konrad began to move, dick dragging backwards, before he shoved forward. Wraith’s channel gripped him tight.

“You feel so incredible. Everything about you is incredible. You’re amazing,” Konrad said as he filled Wraith repeatedly. “I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough of you.”

Wraith gasped and pushed back, meeting Konrad’s thrusts. “Harder. Please, harder. Konrad, please.”

Konrad snapped his hips. Wraith jolted and lowered onto his elbows. Konrad gripped one arse cheek and tugged it to the side. He watched as his dick stretched Wraith’s rim, fucking in and out. His mouth dried.

“Fuck,” Konrad breathed. He glided his hand up Wraith’s spine and gripped his neck as he pistoned his hips. He changed the angle of his hips.

Wraith cried out, and Konrad knew he’d hit that magic spot. He kept shoving forward, filling Wraith with his dick over and over. His gut clenched.

“I’m close,” Wraith said.

“Me too.” His balls tingled, ready to spill. Bliss coursed through him. Konrad leaned forward, pressing his lips to Wraith’s neck.

Konrad reached beneath Wraith and wrapped his hand around Wraith’s dick. He stroked in time with his thrusts.

“Konrad! Gods of the beyond! Oh! Fuck! Yes!” Wraith cried out, body tensing. His cock throbbed in Konrad’s hand. He spilled.

Wraith’s channel squeezed Konrad’s dick tight. Konrad shouted as he shoved into that spasming channel. He thrust deep one final time as his orgasm hit. He shuddered as he came, filling Wraith with his cum.

Konrad slumped forward, but he stopped himself from leaning his body weight on Wraith. “I love you, Wraith.”

“Love you too,” Wraith slurred.

Konrad pressed a kiss to his hair. “I’m sorry, but I think you might need another bath.”

“That’s okay.” Wraith yawned. “But you’ll need to carry me and wash me again.”