Her body makes wet, suctioning noises with each thrust.
She’s yelling and moaning, a litany of “yes” and “oh god” and “Grim” that makes my control slip further.
This round needs to be fast because I won’t last. I can’t. I’ll play with her some more on the next round. I’ll make her beg me for release.
Right now, I just need to come so badly I ache.
I work her channel, dipping down a little to hit her just right. I’m rewarded with a hard keen, and her pussy starts fluttering.
That’s it.
I growl.
I have to work to hold on. I keep up the deep, punchy thrusts that hit that spot inside her.
Wren grips the comforter with both hands, fisting the fabric as she arches back into me.
Her pussy all-out clamps down on me, and I’m done. I release my seed in a hard spurt. Scales pop out across my chest. I roar so loudly that I’m afraid I might scare her, but I can’t help it.
Wren shouts my name as she starts spasming around my cock, her whole body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
I come harder than I ever have in my life. I look down at where my wet cock is disappearing inside her. In and out. Her ass shakes each time my hips hit against her. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
I jerk into her, crunching a little over my middle, grunting hard. I sound like a wild animal, but I can’t help it.
I keep going, sure to draw out every bit of pleasure from her. I finally slow, my movements becoming slower until I stop completely.
I pull out carefully, and I can’t help but love the sight of my seed leaking down her legs.
My dragon loves it too, but for completely different reasons.
She’s not ours,I remind him, and thank fuck, he quietens down, sated…for now.
We’re both panting hard, our bodies slick with sweat.
My balls actually throb from how hard I came. I’m still fully erect, my cock already wanting back inside her.
I remind myself that she’s human. She needs time to recover. I can’t just take her over and over like I want to. I want her bent over every piece of furniture in this room. In the shower, standing up. I wouldn’t mind going to the laundry room and turning on a washing machine…the spin cycle is a winner.
I want so much more than we have time for. It is what it is. I’m going to have to make do.
“Hold still,” I tell her, climbing off the bed.
I find a bathroom attached to the bedroom and grab a washcloth, running it under warm water. Then I return to her, handing it to her so that she can clean up.
“Thank you,” she says, doing what she needs to do. She’s still breathing hard, her eyes hazy with pleasure.
I take the washcloth back and put it in the bathroom. Then I lie down next to her on my back, putting my hands behind my head.
“Was it too much?” I ask her after a short while.
She turns on her side. “No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I liked it…all of it. I liked it more than I thought I would. You were right about the pleasure and pain thing.” She gets this look.
“What is it?”
