Page 47 of Kidnapped By The Messy Dragon

I take him deeper instead.

He breaks with my name cracking in half in his mouth, and I swallow every hot pulse of him and keep sucking him through it until he’s begging me for mercy. I don’t spill a drop.

When I pull off, he’s ruined. He has one arm over his eyes, smoke is drifting off both ears, and his big body is still heaving.

I wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb and feel like the richest woman in this valley. He tries to say something. It comes out as half my name and no other working parts. He narrates this whole town for a living, and I just took every word he had.

Then he moves, and there’s nothing wrecked in that move.

He sits up in one surge with his dick still standing hard against his stomach, and his hand wraps around my neck. His eyes have gone wild, green burning too bright. His dragon is talking now.

“That nut you just swallowed,” he says, low and wrong and beautiful. “Let that be the last time.”

I blink at him. “Wha— huh?”

“It goes in you.” He slides two fingers into his own mouth, wets them slow while he watches me, then reaches down and pushes them deep inside me. “It goes in you. Here.”

Then he flips me onto my back.

He pushes into me in one long stroke that turns into a whole event. He’s a lot. My body burns around him, stretches, gives, and we both groan out loud when his hips finally meet mine. Then he starts moving, and there’s nothing careful left. He folds my knees back and fucks me deep and hard, the bed talking loud underneath us, his eyes locked on my face until my legs shake. I come with my nails in his shoulders and my scream bouncing off his ceiling.

He doesn’t even pause. He flips me onto my belly and drags my hips up until my knees find the bed. I’m face down and ass up, with nothing about me hidden from him.

“Look at all this,” he says behind me, and his big hands pull me open and hold me that way.

His tongue drops onto my ass first, one flat drag right over the center of me, and I make a sound into the mattress that I will deny until I die. He does it again slower. Then he points his tongue and works me there in filthy little circles, groaning while he does it. Spit runs down to my pussy, and he chases the drip with his whole mouth. He eats me from behind with his entire face. He licks deep into me, drags back up to my ass, and goes back down, with no pattern to any of it and no mercy either.

“Sweetest woman alive,” he says into me, muffled and filthy. “I could live right here.”

I claw the sheets. I push back against his face with no home training left anywhere in me, and he rewards me with a growl and two fingers curling up inside my pussy while his tongue stays busy on my ass. Somewhere in it I hear myself say please. I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but he does, because that’s when he rises up behind me.

He slams into me, and what he does next empties my head all the way out. I’m drooling into the sheets. I’m panting hard.

“Ohhh,” I get out, understanding at last exactly what I invited.

He reaches under me, fingers finding my clit, and I come so hard my elbows quit holding me.

He pulls out, flips me over, and hauls me up into his lap while he sits back on his heels. He stuffs himself back inside me and drives me up and down his dick in deep, punishing strokes, the kind of hurt I’d beg for. He kisses me through it. His teeth graze the side of my neck, sharp points dragging over my skin.He fills his hands with my breasts and quits chasing anything for himself. He’s watching me. Only me.

This angle puts him somewhere no one has ever been, and the orgasm that builds off it scares me a little on the way up. When it hits, I scream, and I flood, hot fluid gushing out of me and soaking us both.

“Did I just—“ I’m shaking. “Did I just squirt?”

He growls something proud into my shoulder, still guiding me, and that’s when it arrives.

My mouth starts watering. It floods so fast I have to swallow, and I can’t stop staring at his neck.No one is taking him from me.

“You’re mine,” I say.

He pulls back enough to look at me, and he smiles. “Of course I’m yours, baby.”

He doesn’t understand me. Everything in me goes narrow and hot.

His brow furrows. “Zuri?—“

“MINE.”

I sink my teeth into the meat of his neck.