Page 77 of Gift of Dragons


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That he knew of, anyway. She couldn’t stop staring at him when he wasn’t.

“Hmm.”

He didn’t sound like he believed her in the least.

“I didn’t interrupt your training with the men, and when we stopped on the coast, I helped carry water and gather vegetables and fruits.”

He was kissing her breasts now, suckling lightly on each of her nipples. Driving her mad!

She squeezed his staff harder, pulling on him rhythmically, her other hand greedily traveling down his body, around his waist, to grab a handful of his hard, round ass.

A tremor shook his torso again, and she knew he was silently laughing at her.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded, on the verge of pouting.

It took him a few moments to respond, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

Finally, he said, getting the tremors under control, “You seem inordinately fascinated with my rump. I simply wondered why.”

She pulled back slightly and gawked at him.

How could he not know?

“I’m fascinated by all of you, every part of your body, let’s be clear,” she announced firmly.

He gave an amused nod.

“But your…buttocks are just so…manly. So powerful and virile!” she blurted.

His brows lifted and his eyes crinkled. He was laughing at her even more!

She smacked his chest in disgruntlement before returning her hand to his ass like it was magnetized.

“It’s just…when you roll your hips and clench these cheeks…I just...I want to grab on and feel every thrust, every push and pull. I want to claw my fingers into the meat of them and dig in. I want to bite them. Part them. Lick between them. And then—”

At last, he shut her up with a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Hoisted her into his arms, wrapped her legs around his hips and entered her in one lunging stroke.

Exactly as she intended.

And before the sun rose on the next day, she carried out her wanton desires just as she described.

She had him on his stomach spread out beneath her like a sumptuous feast. Her face was buried between his mighty cheeks, and her tongue was licking, circling, teasing mercilessly around his hole.

His body shook for a different reason now, no longer laughing. His ass clenched rhythmically and his star shuddered and squeezed. She’d tortured him for hours this way, addicted to his sounds and reactions, drugged on his musky taste.

She did what she wanted to, whatever she was curious to try. And he let her have him however she wanted. Trusted her completely with his body.

And then, finally, she discovered what gave him the most pleasure, delving her tongue and fingers inside of him, rubbing ceaselessly against a swollen knot.

He was on his back now, staring down at her, pupils blown entirely black. She suckled just the head of his cock as she worked him with her fingers, harder and deeper, gazes locked.

And watched avidly, in utter fascination, as he broke apart for her, cream gushing hot and thick inside her mouth, overflowing her lips, leaking down her chin. Guttural cries rasped through his throat as if he couldn’t control them, as if she’d slain him.

It went on and on. Even after the torrent of seed trickled to droplets, he kept quaking, breaking. His big body shuddering from head to toe, the same way he made her climax endlessly, repeatedly.

He was completely, utterly undone.

“No more,” he groaned, his voice almost entirely gone, his chest heaving and gleaming with sweat.

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