Page 38 of Bowser (Dragon Riders MC 2)
“Fill me up, Bowser. Make me yours.”
I growled. “Mine. You're mine. Do you hear me? No one else’s. Ever.”
She kissed my ear. “Yours. As long as you want me.”
And with those words, my balls pulled up.
“Holy… fuuuuuck.”
Arousal shot from the tip of my dick. I filled her to the brim as her pussy milked me. Her teeth bit into my shoulder as I held her close, stuffing her full of me. My toes curled. My legs tensed. Even my back froze up as she laid there against me. I couldn't call out her name because the pleasure overwhelmed my ability to do anything. Say anything. Feel anything.
Except her.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“Oh—God,” I choked out.
And the last thing I remembered was collapsing onto the bed with her in my arms. My cock, still sheathed within her as the world faded into nothingness.14HopeMy eyes fell open, and the pleasant ache that radiated around in my body made me smile. Something warm and tough was against my stomach, pulling me closer as I shifted. My inner thighs were crusted with evidence. My nipples already puckered despite how sore they were. And as Bowser’s hand splayed against my stomach, there was something rock hard against my back.
Giving me an idea that made me smile.
I shifted my heavy head and looked at the bedside clock. Holy shit. Why in the world was I wide awake at four in the morning? I tried to scoot away from Bowser and reach for my melted glass of ice, but his grip was strong. The more I shifted, the more he shifted with me. And the further away I got, the stronger his hold became.
But I finally slithered out of his grasp.
He groaned and rolled over onto his back, his arm falling over his eyes. I smiled up at him before I hunkered down beneath the covers with my scent hitting me right on my face. He still smelled like me, and it turned me on. My nipples puckered harder and I already felt my sore pussy ready for yet another round. I peeked through the hole in the comforter I had created, watching his chiseled chest rise and fall. Watching his rippling abs lay themselves out for me like a tantalizing dish.
I had something else I wanted to do, though.
Something I had wanted to do for a while now.
I lapped my tongue up his rigid cock and his hips softly bucked. I giggled as I sucked the tip of his hard dick between my teeth, causing him to shift. His arm fell away from his face. He sighed before he licked his lips. And after drawing in a deep breath, I opened the back of my throat.
Taking him all the way down.
“Mmph,” he grunted.
I slid my hands up his sides, my fingertips rumbling over his muscles.
“What the…?” he asked sleepily.
I closed my throat and hollowed out my cheeks, sucking him as hard as I could. He grunted and growled as his hands slid beneath the blankets, swatting at whatever was happening. I giggled around his girth. I lapped my tongue down the pulsing vein on the underside of his dick. His hand fell into my hair and he patted my face, as if he were trying to see with his hands.
Then, one of his eyes opened.
“Hello down there,” he murmured.
I smiled before I slurped his cock from base to tip.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
“Morning,” I murmured with my mouth full.
He fisted my hair at that comment.
He pumped my lips up and down his cock as his hips bucked wildly. With his voice husky from sleep and his movements sloppy from tiredness, my spit dribbled down his balls. I wrapped my arms around his thighs. His muscles undulated beneath his skin. I gagged around his cock, causing him to groan as his hips stuttered. His cock throbbed. Grew. Pulsed against my teeth. And as I opened the back of my throat, he slid all the way down.
Dumping himself into my stomach.
“That’s it. That’s it. Oh, shit. Damn it. God. Hope, take it all. Swallow that shit like a good girl.”
The hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end as his words filled the caverns of my ears.
He tugged on my hair, pulling my lips away from his cock. He kept tugging until I was all the way up his body and staring into his eyes. I collapsed on top of him as he released my hair. He cloaked my back with his arms and brought his lips to mine.
Then, he rolled me over. His tongue falling across the roof of my mouth as I clung to him.
“I think it’s time we get cleaned up, don’t you?” I asked.
His eyes found mine and fire burst behind them. He slid off the bed and gathered me into his arms, heading straight for the shower. He set me down onto my feet before turning on the hot water. Steam enveloped us as it battered against my skin, relaxing me and washing away our crusted lust for one another. He grinned as he stepped in. He pulled the curtain closed, blocking us off from the rest of the world.
