The (Not) Satisfied Dragon - Colette Rhodes Page 0,62
was much smoother than I had imagined. Seff's knuckles were turning white where he gripped the counter behind him.
I knew red dragons had fiery temperaments underneath their careful self-control. I just needed to convince Seff to let go. I wanted his passion; I wanted to see his calm facade slip. I wanted him to give me all of him.
Oh, I was licking. He’d said something about sucking.
Without giving myself a chance to think about it, I took all of him into my mouth, easing forward as his enormous cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered slightly, but I was determined I could fit more of him in my mouth. Using my hand, I worked his base with one hand, the other raking nail marks down his inner thigh. I wanted him deeper. There must be a knack to this. I was concentrating on relaxing the muscles in my throat when Seff's hands roughly tangled in my hair and pushed me off him.
“Enough,” he snarled, his eyes burning as hot as his dragon fire. “I'm not finishing in that pretty mouth of yours.”
Before I could blink, he'd scooped me off the floor and sat me on the edge of the counter, my dress over my hips and his hands unlacing my panties in one smooth movement. I smiled inwardly at the burning lust in his eyes, the tight set of his jaw, the coiled muscles in his arms. This was the fiery male I had been hoping to entice out to play.
Seff discarded my panties somewhere on the floor, and his fingers were on me, preparing me. I writhed against his hand. Taking him into my mouth had already made me wet, and I was panting and eager for more. He made a satisfied noise as he plunged two fingers inside me before spreading my arousal over my clit, diligently circling my sensitive nerves as my core clenched almost painfully.
“Let go, Shira. Come for me.”
His name spilled from my lips on a strangled cry as my orgasm ripped through my body like a relentless storm. Seff's ministrations continued throughout, drawing out the pleasure until my limbs were shaking.
“I need you,” I whined, craving more. Craving the feel of his skin against mine, the sensation of us moving as one.
“You have me,” he growled, removing his fingers and fisting his cock roughly before lining it up with my entrance. He hesitated for a moment, seeming to realize what he was about to do, but I didn't want him to get back inside his head. I wrapped my legs around his hips and urged him forwards, my fingernails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Seff thrust into me, filling me in one movement. I gasped, the delicious fullness taking me off-guard, stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Shira,” Seff groaned, briefly touching his forehead to mine and staring intently into my eyes.
“Seff,” I whispered, unable to find the words I needed to ask what I wanted.
“Do you want me to fuck you, gorgeous?” he asked, a knowing look in his eyes as he gave me the vocabulary I was looking for.
“I want you to fuck me,” I confirmed, biting my lip. Just saying it made my muscles contract, a fresh rush of arousal flooding my system. It felt filthy and delicious at the same time.
Seff gave me a roguish smile that bordered on feral before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into me. His hands cupped my ass, digging into the flesh and holding me in place. He was so thoroughly in control, all I could do was accept what he was giving me. Knowing that made it easier for me to let go, to just enjoy the sensations coursing through my body without worrying about whether I was doing it right. I tipped my head back and chanted his name like a prayer as he powered into me.
“Touch your clit, Shira,” Seff growled. “I want your orgasm. I want to feel it.”
I tried to respond, but my words were a garbled mess. Instead, I took one hand off his shoulder and slid it between us, circling my overly sensitive clit with my middle finger.
“Watch,” he commanded. “Look at how perfect we fit together. Only your mates could satisfy you like this.”
I followed his gaze to where we were joined, and there was something incredibly erotic about seeing our bodies moving together. There was an edge of punishment to