Dragon's Second Chance Romance - Riley Storm Page 0,60

time taking as much of him in her mouth as she could manage.

Pietro’s head flopped back, and he groaned loudly as she went to work, returning the favor. He grunted, groaned, and even swore as she brought him to the edge and then backed him down.

“You keep that up much longer,” he said in a tight voice, “and that’s going to be the end of the fun today.”

Claire pouted. “Not allowed.”

“Then, find something else to do,” he said with a grin. “That feels too damn good.”

Claire tapped her chin playfully, pretending to think, and then stood up and climbed on top of him. “Okay.”

Pietro took her waist in his hands, enjoying the way her mouth dropped open slightly at his grip, and lowered her down carefully. She reached between them and guided him inside her as she settled down in one smooth motion.

Their heads came together, mouths covering one another as they both shuddered at the sensation, hips already rocking back and forth of their own accord, desperate for more.

“God, that’s so good,” Claire moaned into his ear, sending shivers down his spine as her hips ground into his. “It never stops feeling amazing. Every timmmeee.”

Her words trailed off as he shifted slightly on the couch, an extra fraction of an inch filling her, and both of them focused on their connection, moving in time with one another to best effect.

Fingers dug into his neck. His hands gripped tighter around her waist. Blood swelled him larger, and he fought to hold himself back, from outright taking control and having his way with her. That would come in time, but for now, he let Claire dictate the pace.

She shuddered against him and all at once cried out, burying her face in his neck as she came again, her body twitching violently in his grasp. Pietro closed his eyes, fighting his own battle to retain control. He wasn’t done yet. Not with her.

“Oh damn,” she moaned at last, still holding his neck tight. “Feels so good.”

Pietro waited until she’d recovered fully, at which point he easily lifted her from him, taking note of the evidence of her pleasure. Now, it was his turn though. He set Claire on her feet and then casually bent her over in front of the couch until her ass was sticking out at him.

Growling happily at the sight, he entered her from behind, shuddering slightly at the warmth of her center. He wasn’t going to last much longer. She had that effect on him, always testing his usually great stamina, forcing him to work harder to retain control with her.

Today, she was going to win.

Tomorrow, it would be him. He grinned at that and pulled roughly on her hips, the skin of his legs and her ass slapping as he closed hard.

Claire cried out, but it was a good sound. Pietro decided he wanted more of it. So he took it. And again.

And again.

Claire buried her face in the couch while Pietro took her from behind, thrusting hard and fast, until she tightened down around his length.

He didn’t hold back this time, and they came together, hard, loud, and completely. At one point, he heard himself calling out her name, the sound a deep, roaring bellow. He claimed her. She was his, and he wanted her. Thoroughly. Entirely.

And permanently.

In that moment, in that instant, all his lingering doubts, all his insecurities vanished. Claire was his mate, and he would never again want another.

Now, all he had to do was ensure he didn’t lose her. A cold panic filled his mind at the idea, but he shunted it away. Now was not the time for that, as they both sort of fell to the floor amid their clothes, curling up, breathing hard.

“That was good,” Claire said, recovering first.

Pietro could only manage a low energy ‘uh-huh’ noise in agreement.

Claire laughed.

A phone began ringing near his head. Lazily, he pawed around for it, eventually his hands landing on her jeans.

“For you,” he grumbled, managing to pull it out of the pocket and hand it over.

“Oh, hell no,” Claire said, and the sound cut off.

“What?”

“Video call from an unknown number. I am not in the shape for that.”

Pietro laughed.

The sound started again.

“Oh, come on,” Claire muttered, and the sound stopped much sooner this time.

A smile started to blossom on his face, but it was stopped by the phone ringing again.

“Must be urgent,” he said. “Maybe you should get it.”

“Fine,” she said, pulling her shirt up to cover herself and hitting a