Her voice was shaky. “The D-dragon.”
“Do you like when the Dragon fucks you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Even though that pussy aches?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Tora.”
Her moan vibrated against my lips, and I felt it all the way down my cock.
God, the way she squeezed me—wet, trembling, tight—it was like her body was built to drain every last ounce of me and still demand more.
I thrust again, slow, steady, savoring the way her pussy clung to me on the retreat.
The glide was molten silk.
Slick and scorching.
Every stroke wrapped around my length like a vice that didn’t want to let go.
My balls swung heavy with each movement, tightening already, but I forced myself to slow down.
No rushing.
Not yet.
I needed her moans to deepen and get louder.
I needed her thighs to shake.
I needed her to know that when the Dragon fucked this pussy, he left no part of her body unsatisfied.
“Fuck yes,” I growled into her mouth, breaking the kiss only long enough to bite her bottom lip again. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me? Do you feel how tight this pussy is choking my cock?”
She whimpered, “Yes.”
Her confession undid me, but I kept control, adjusting my angle so my gold rose piercing dragged perfectly against her swollen G-spot. The reaction was immediate—her back arched, her mouth fell open, and she cried out in a sound so pure, it shot lightning down my spine.
I thrust harder.
Once.
Twice.
Brutal strokes that made her walls spasm around me.
Her pussy wasn’t just wet. It was heat incarnate—drenched, clutching, sucking, dripping down my shaft, coating my balls until I could feel the slickness there too. Each swing of my balls sent a ripple of wet heat across my skin, every slap at the base of her ass a reminder of how deep I was buried.
My balls felt swollen, ready to burst, but the ache was exquisite. That ache kept me alive, kept me moving, kept me on the edge of something bigger than release.
Oh God. I don’t ever want this to end.
I lowered my head to her chest and dragged my tongue across the swell of her breast. Sweat beaded there, salty and sweet, her skin so soft it felt criminal to bite.
But I bit anyway—sharp enough to hear her gasp, soft enough to leave her begging.
