Page 98 of Courting the Dragon King

Konrad slid his hands up Wraith’s legs. “How was that?” he asked, voice roughened.

“Wonderful.” Wraith did not think he could move again anytime soon. So he just lay on the settee, legs spread, and his wet dick lying against his thigh.

Konrad’s hands moved up and down Wraith’s inner legs. “You look so beautiful like this.” His hands approached Wraith’s cock and balls, before gliding down his legs. His hands kept caressing, and beneath Konrad’s firm but gentle touch, Wraith felt his body coming alive already.

Wraith wiggled on the settee. His dick twitched and began to fill.

“Are you ready to go again?” Konrad asked, voice tinged with awe.

Wraith swallowed. He gripped Konrad’s arm. “Please. I need more. I need you inside me, fucking me, claiming me, spilling your seed inside me. Konrad, please.”

Konrad’s hands disappeared. Wraith let out a small cry of distress. Why would Konrad stop touching him?

A hand returned to his leg, squeezing gently before releasing. Konrad grabbed the jar of ointment and opened it. “Shhh. It’s okay. I’m looking after you. I’ll see that all your needs are met. I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”

Slippery fingers slid up Wraith’s crease. They found his entrance and rubbed. Wraith pushed back against them, desperate for them to be buried deep. A finger pressed inside. Wraith gasped. A second finger joined the first. They moved and rotated.

“I’m so hard for you,” Konrad growled. “I can’t wait to fuck you again. And seeing you like this, so desperate and needy. Fuck. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” He shoved a third finger inside Wraith, spreading them apart.

Wraith’s robes bunched around his waist, exposing him completely from the hips down. With a heated gaze, Konrad watched as his fingers plunged into Wraith’s hole over and over. The fingers angled. They hit Wraith’s prostate.

Wraith threw back his head. He closed his eyes. He shoved his hips down, riding Konrad’s fingers. They kept nailing that magic spot over and over.

“I’m close!” Wraith cried out.

“Already?” Konrad asked, the surprise clear in his tone.

But Wraith couldn’t concentrate on that. His gut tensed. The pleasure burned through him. Konrad fucked Wraith faster with his fingers. The tips rubbed insistently against Wraith’s nub. Wraith panted and gasped. He tossed his head from side to side as the bliss peaked inside him.

Every muscle in his body grew taut. He screamed as his orgasm scorched through him, lighting him up from the inside. His cock jerked, and he came.

Wraith collapsed back onto the settee. Konrad tugged his fingers free. Wraith sighed, feeling suddenly extremely empty. Too empty. It wasn’t right.

“Konrad. Please. You need to fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Now. I’m too empty. I need it. Please. I need your cock. I need your seed. I need you filling me up,” Wraith babbled, insensible to what he was saying; he just knew he needed.

“Please, Konrad.” He gripped Konrad’s upper arms, trying to tug him closer. “Fuck me.”

Konrad reached down and undid the lacing of his trousers. He pulled his dick free. The flushed head made Wraith’s mouth water.

Wraith reached for it. With trembling fingers, he gripped the hard length. He stroked. Konrad groaned.

“I want to taste you.” Wraith leaned forward and almost fell off the settee.

Konrad grabbed his shoulder and pressed him back onto the settee. “Careful there. Don’t want you getting hurt.” He rose and gripped the base of his dick.

Wraith lay back on the settee as Konrad moved forward and over Wraith. He hooked a leg over Wraith and placed it beside him on the settee. Konrad used his free hand to grip Wraith’s hair. He leaned forward, angling his dick towards Wraith’s parted lips.

“If you want to suck my cock, then you are more than welcome to suck my cock.”

Chapter

Forty-Nine

Konrad’s hard prick throbbed in his hand. Wraith opened his mouth wide, gaze fixed on the head. His tongue darted out and stretched, trying to reach Konrad’s dick.

Konrad leaned forward, moving his cock closer to Wraith’s mouth. As soon as he could reach, Wraith’s tongue swirled around it. His hands clutched Konrad’s hips, tugging him closer. His eyes fluttered shut.

Wraith licked up and down the length. He slurped and moaned, as if it was the greatest delicacy he’d ever tasted. Then Wraith sucked the length into his mouth.