"Everyone does," I replied, stroking myself back to full hardness. I positioned myself between his legs, admiring the view. Werewolves always had such tight asses despite how much they loved to get fucked. Something about their healing abilities kept everything nice and snug.
I glanced over my shoulder as I lined up my cock with the werewolf's entrance. The dragon still wasn't looking. His attention was on some book he'd pulled out of nowhere, completely ignoring the sex happening all around him. Including mine.
"Fuck me hard," the werewolf growled, his eyes glowing with lust. "Don't hold back."
I pushed inside him with one powerful thrust, earning a howl that echoed through the room. That had to get the dragon's attention. But when I looked back again, he hadn't even raised his eyes from his book.
What the fuck was his problem? Everyone wanted me. I'd had clients offer me thousands just to fuck them once. I'd had marriage proposals from guys I'd barely spoken to. Hell, I'd even been offered a modeling contract after fucking a fashion photographer.
Yet this overgrown lizard couldn't even be bothered to watch?
I turned my attention back to the werewolf, pounding into him with more force than I'd intended. He didn't seem to mind; if anything, he loved it, his claws digging into the chains that held the sling.
"Fuck yes," he panted, his cock slapping against his furry stomach with each thrust. "Just like that."
I established a brutal rhythm, the kind that usually had an audience gathering around to watch the show. And sure enough, several guys had stopped what they were doing to observe. Some were stroking themselves, others were whispering to each other. This was normal. This was how things should be.
But the one pair of eyes I wanted on me remained fixed on that fucking book.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled at the werewolf, slapping his thigh hard enough to leave a mark. "Like taking this big human cock?"
"God yes," he moaned, his body jerking with each impact. "Fuck, you're so big."
I smirked, making sure my voice carried across the room. "Biggest you've ever had?"
"Definitely," he gasped, though something in his tone made me think he was just saying what I wanted to hear.
I fucked him harder, the sling swinging with our momentum. Sweat dripped down my chest, my muscles gleaming in the dim lighting. I was giving everyone a show, and I knew I looked good doing it. Every flex of my ass as I drove into the werewolf, every ripple of my back muscles, it was all part of the performance.
And still, that fucking dragon didn't look up.
"Oh fuck, I'm close," the werewolf panted, his cock leaking steadily onto his stomach. "Gonna cum?—"
Before I could say anything, his ass clenched around me, this thick werewolf cock painting the floor with cum. He howled and roared with delight, going limp in the sling as the aftershocks swept through him. My cock slipped out and I didn’t bother putting it back in.
“Did you cum?” he asked breathlessly.
I just shook my head, too distracted to answer him properly.
“You can keep fucking me,” he offered.
I opened my mouth to respond, but a warm hand landed on my shoulder, cutting me off. I looked back. It was the dragon.
“Come with me,” he said.
Without hesitation, I followed him, my cock still hard and throbbing as it bounced against my thighs. The dragon led me over to the bed and patted the mattress for me to sit down. I grinned, thinking I’d finally won this little standoff of his. We both took a seat.
“That,” he said, looking down at me with those amber eyes. “Was sloppy.”
My brows furrowed instantly. “What? What do you mean,sloppy?”
The dragon simply nodded. “There’s a fuck machine over there in the corner.” He pointed to the opposite side of the room. “That werewolf would’ve gotten the same treatment from it that he got from you. It was sloppy and unenthusiastic. Is that the way you treat all yourclients?”
“So you have heard of me!”
“You have a reputation,” the dragon nodded. “And not one that I find very interesting.”
“What the hell does that mean?!”
