“Too horny to blow me properly,” he remarked. “That’s cute.”
He angled my head, bringing it towards his cock again. I was close enough to smell, but not touch. The temptation frustrated me. I whimpered like an impatient, untrained dog.
Aquila smirked. “Since you’re such a big fan, I suppose I can help you.”
My eyes widened in excitement, and I nodded fervently. Whoever said dragons were dignified never met areallyhorny one.
Aquila teased me. He hooked his thumb into his waistband, then lowered it agonizingly slow. It felt like an eternity passed before his hard cock finally popped free of the underwear.
But when it did, the last of my brain cells vanished. All I knew was my mate’s cock hanging in front of my face.
I didn’t wait to latch on. Matteo’s salty, musky flavor exploded on my tongue. As I bobbed my head back and forth, I drooled on his dick. I felt it trickling down the corners of my mouth. I went breathless as I sucked him off. My moans and whines of pleasure were muffled by his fat length. It was an obscene display, but I didn’t give a shit. I was literally sucking Aquila’s cock. I fantasized about this exact moment a thousand times in my life. Many jerk-off sessions were fueled by the thought of scraping my knees on the ground as Aquila fucked my mouth.
Aquila’s hand curled around the back of my skull.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Let me use that pretty mouth of yours, dragon.”
A burst of arousal hit me like a sledgehammer. I moaned around his cock.
Aquila scoffed in amusement. “You like that?”
I whimpered affirmatively, nodding as best I could.
His fingers clenched my hair harder. My skin sizzled in anticipation. I wanted him to use me, to treat my mouth like a toy.
Aquila drew his hips back, then thrust into my mouth. It was so full that the choked sound that escaped me had nowhere to go.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he mumbled.
I sat on my knees obediently as Aquila face-fucked me. His pleasured moans layered over his music vocals in the background. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
But I didn’t want to come yet. I clamped my fingers around the base of my aching dick, refusing to let my impending orgasm escape. I had special plans for it.
“Fuck, this fanboy’s face-hole is hot,” Aquila muttered between huffs of breath. “I love using it as my own personal fuck toy...”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head with pleasure. I wanted to moan, but Aquila’s cock stretched my mouth and choked me every other second, mangling the sound. My chin was coated in spit and pre-cum. I wanted him to release every single drop down my throat.
He suddenly tensed. Hissing, he grabbed the back of my head with both hands. The rhythm of his thrusts intensified, pumping faster and harder until his body seized, and he let out a scream that overpowered the music.
His voice was so fucking hot, I nearly came, but clamped down on myself to stop it. It was even more difficult since Aquila emptied himself in my mouth. Hot, thick cum poured down my throat in jets.
I saw stars as he finally pulled away. He braced against the bed and breathed in big, hard gulps.
“Fuck, that waseverything...” he said, short-winded. Then he grasped my shoulders gently. “Shit, Thystle, are you okay?”
I smirked as I wiped my mouth on the back of my arm. “Oh, don’t worry about me. That was only one of the top ten moments of my life.”
Matteo exhaled. “You scared me for a second. I thought I’d asphyxiate you by accident.”
“I dunno, death by blowing Aquila sounds like a good way to go.”
He rolled his eyes, flashing me a grin. “Pervert.”
“Yeah. I’m about to be.”
As the high of being Aquila’s fuck-toy ran out, I slipped right into a second high. My alpha dragon instincts, energized by the little nap, exploded. I snatched Matteo like a predator catching my prey and pinned him to the bed. My raging erection dripped pre-cum all over his belly.
I licked my lips. Now,thatwas a delicious sight. I snaked my hand across Matteo’s flat belly, smearing my droplets against his skin. He shuddered beneath me.
