Crimson smirked, pleased at my reaction. His eyes raked over my naked body. It was slow and meaningful, like he was seeing a work of art for the first time. I blushed under his scrutiny.
"What?" I mumbled.
Crimson didn't reply. He ran his hands down my chest, curving his fingers over the contours of my form. When he reached my hip bones, he made a possessive purr-growl sound.
"Mine," he mumbled.
His hands swept lower. He carefully circled around the base of my swelling cock. Fucking tease.
I thought that was his destination, but Crimson went lower. He bowed his head to kiss my thighs, running kisses all the way to my ankle. That made me flustered. He didn't just pin me to the bed to fuck me—he meant to be truly intimate.
"You're gorgeous, Taylor," he said, drawing up. "Every inch of you."
I didn't know what to say, so I stared at him, blushing hard.
Crimson chuckled. "You're bad at taking compliments." Before I could snark back, he added, "So I'll have to shower you in them."
"You don't have to—"
"Your cock ishuge," Crimson said. He lay across my lap, pawing my erection with a mischievous look.
"Oh, you meantthatkind of compliment."
"I can give other kinds," he said coyly. "Like... your wet hole is so filthy-hot."
A violent shudder ran down my spine. The dirty talk went straight to my balls.
Desperate for him to touch me, I writhed beneath him. "Don't tease," I grumbled.
With an impish grin, Crimson slipped two fingers against the rim of my entrance. "Who's teasing?"
I swallowed a choked sound. He barely touched me, but it felt so good. A flush of heat flew through my body. I craved more.
"Your hole is twitching," Crimson remarked. "How cute."
"Put them in me."
With a smug look, Crimson eased one finger past the ring of muscle. I hissed in relief. I'd felt so empty when he teased me. Ineededto be filled.
"Another," I demanded.
"Wow, greedy," Crimson said playfully. I thought I saw the flash of his dragon fangs as he slid a second finger in to join the first. The stretching sensation sent a jolt along my skin. It was good, but it still wasn't enough.
My tiger's growl entered my voice. "That won't cut it."
Crimson looked surprised, then laughed. "Is that right, kitty?"
I made a grumpy face at him. But my disapproval at the nickname was forgotten when Crimson withdrew his fingers and hiked my legs up over his shoulders. An anticipatory thrill shot through me. My needy hole twitched. I felt my leaking omega slick trickling down my ass.
Crimson saw it, too. His eyes widened and he licked his lips. "You're that excited?"
"Obviously," I grumbled.
With a throaty grunt, Crimson freed his cock. It was hard and long, the head gleaming with a bead of pre-cum.
Something came over me. I fully succumbed to my lust.
I wanted him in menow.
