Page 59 of Dream Lost


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Bas’s hand traveled up her rib cage to cup her breast. “I thought I would start by eating your pussy until you come on my face and then watch you ride my cock until you come on it as well. Just for starters.”

“All of that before coffee?” Bridget said, a teasing smile starting on her lips.

Bas’s thumb brushed over her nipple. “You know that as soon as we leave this room, it will be on. We will have to deal with the family and then go out to the Ironwood estate to plan how we are going to corner and kill the Brollachan. There won’t be a moment’s peace before it’s done.”

“When you put it like that.” Bridget reached up and patted his cheek. “Don’t you have a pussy to eat?”

Bas nipped at her fingers, making her giggle, and damn if that wasn’t the greatest sound ever. He doubted many people had been blessed to see this side of Bridget, and he wanted to keep it all to himself.

He didn’t think he would ever get enough of the taste of her skin, the feel of its softness against him. Bas loved her breasts and every sound Bridget made when he sucked and teased them into hard buds.

Bas noticed his senses were heightened even more since the shift. He knew because he could smell her musky, sweet arousal already building in between her thighs. He teased his fingers through her wetness, adding a little pressure on her clit.

“Fucckk,” Bridget groaned, her hands tightening on his forearm.

Bas took it as a sign to do it again. “Never going to tire of making you come. You squirm so sweetly.”

“Shut up,” she said, throwing an arm over her red face. “It’s completely unfair that you can wreck me so easily.”

Bas kissed his way over her stomach. “Wrecking you is my new favorite hobby, little hawk.”

She looked up to glare at him, and Bas took that moment to make full eye contact and lick her pussy. Bridget’s eyes rolled back in her head, her fingers twining in his curls and tugging him where she wanted him.

Bas pressed a finger inside of her, gently working her to take him. He wanted her to come because he needed to be inside of her like he needed to breathe.

Bas nudged at her mind and got a blending of hot images and sensations back at him. She was close to being beyond comprehensive thought, so Bas doubled down and, in a few more moments, found her G-spot to play with too.

Bridget swore as she buckled underneath him, crying out his name amongst the swear words. He lifted his head, moving to kiss her thigh and leaving a suck mark.

Mine, the dragon whispered. It didn’t seem so far away anymore, as if the two sides of him were finally coming together.

Bridget grabbed him by the shoulders. “Get up here and get on your back. I have a dick to ride, and I’m all out of patience.”

“Music to my ears, sweetheart,” Bas said. He moved up beside her and rolled onto his back. He ran a hand over his dick, trying to relieve some of the ache. Bridget moved it away.

“That’s mine,” she said and deep-throated him in one heart-stopping move.

“Fucking dark gods,” Bas stuttered, freezing up in surprise.

Bridget came off with him a pop. She winked. “Just want to make sure you’re ready, baby.”

“I’m more than ready. If you pull another stunt like that again, I’m likely to blow like a teenager,” Bas panted.

Bridget pouted and pumped his dick in her small hand. “Can’t have that. You aren’t allowed to come until I’ve had my fun first.”

Bas thought his heart was going to stop as Bridget guided his cock inside of her. He watched it disappear, inch by inch. He was sweating by the time she had hit her limit.

“Fuck, Bas. I could come just sitting here,” she breathed, her hands moving over her breasts. She rocked in a slow circle of her hips that had him gripping her thighs.

“Oh, gods, do that again for me,” he begged.

Bridget did, and stars glittered behind his eyes. Had there ever been a pussy more perfect? He doubted it. This one was made just for him. His.

“Your eyes are glowing, Bas. Do we need to stop?” Bridget asked, her brows furrowing.

Bas shook his head. “No. Don’t stop. Fuck. The dragon isn’t trying to push through. I swear.”

Bridget stroked her nails over his chest. “Good. Keep it together, Greatdrakes. I’m not done with this cock yet.”