Page 86 of Courting the Dragon King

Konrad jerked him as he slid down Wraith’s body. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes!” Wraith shouted.

“How about this?” Warm, wet heat surrounded Wraith’s prick.

Wraith gripped the sheets with his hands. Konrad’s lips stretched around Wraith’s dick. His cheeks hollowed. Konrad sucked him down greedily, throat working Wraith’s cock.

Wraith whimpered. Green eyes fixed on Wraith’s face. Wraith threaded his fingers through Konrad’s dark hair.

Konrad bobbed his head, and Wraith’s dick slid in and out from between his lips. Konrad gripped Wraith’s balls. He massaged one. Then the other. Then Konrad’s hand slid into Wraith’s crease. His fingers circled Wraith’s rim, round and round. The tip of a finger entered Wraith, wiggling inside him.

“Fuck me!” Wraith cried out. “Konrad, please fuck me!”

Konrad released Wraith’s dick from his mouth. The wet length slapped against Wraith’s stomach, smearing pre-cum and saliva.

Konrad sat on his heels. His swollen lips smiled. “With pleasure.”

A few moments later, Wraith’s legs were spread wide, and Konrad’s slick fingers plunged into his hole.

Wraith moaned, rocking on the two digits. “Konrad, please. I’m ready. Please,” he begged. “I want you inside me.”

“Just a little more.” Konrad added a third finger. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

They’d fucked many times in the past few days. Wraith felt like he was constantly ready to take Konrad’s dick. But it seemed Konrad was determined to make him wait. The fingers slid in and out of him, stretching him wide. Wraith groaned, long and loud.

“You should see yourself like this,” Konrad said, voice husky. “You’re the embodiment of temptation itself. I wish I could renounce my throne and spend the rest of my days in bed with you. Kissing you. Touching you. Fucking you.”

“Yes! Do that,” Wraith cried out.

Konrad chuckled. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can. I have a kingdom to run.” He tugged his fingers free and moved in between Wraith’s spread thighs. “But I promise to spend the rest of our lives ensuring that I fuck you as often as I can.” His dick pressed against Wraith’s rim.

“We should have had that in our marriage contract.” Wraith gripped Konrad’s shoulders.

Then Konrad thrust. Wraith moaned as Konrad’s dick slid inside him, stretching him wide and opening him up. Konrad’s cock buried completely inside him.

“You feel so good. How do you feel this good?” Konrad whispered. He held still.

Wraith wrapped his arms around Konrad, holding him close. His dick lay trapped between them. Konrad’s smoky, musky scent swirled around him.

Impaled like this on Konrad’s dick, Wraith was exactly where he wanted to be.

Feelings bubbled up inside Wraith. Words and declarations tingled on his lips. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell Konrad how much his affection meant to Wraith. He wanted to spill the secrets of his soul and tell Konrad exactly how much Wraith cared for him.

But then Konrad captured his lips in a kiss and rocked his hips, causing his cock to drag inside Wraith.

Words and declarations could wait.

They moved together as they kissed, a gentle rocking motion. Then Konrad began to thrust. Their bodies rubbed against Wraith’s prick, creating a delicious friction.

Wraith was lost in the feel, taste, and smell of Konrad. His nails dragged down Konrad’s back. He hooked a leg over Konrad’s thigh. Konrad increased the strength of his thrusts. Then suddenly Konrad hit that spot inside him. Wraith cried out, breaking the kiss.

“You feel so wonderful. So perfect. I can’t get enough of you,” Konrad gasped. His fingers clutched at Wraith’s hips as he shoved harder and faster. “I will never get enough of you.”

Wraith keened as Konrad kept nailing his prostate with his dick. His vision blurred. He wrapped his arms and legs around Konrad, holding on tight as the pleasure built.

Konrad shoved into him. “I’m close. So close.”

“Me too.” Wraith’s toes curled. His gut tensed as his orgasm approached.