She nods, eyes dark. “Yeah. You’ve set something off inside me. You’ve made me crazy.”
She bats her hand against my chest, and I wrap my fingers around her wrist. “As long as it’s only for me,” I growl.
“I’ll be imagining your face between my legs,” she whispers. “Only you.”
I kiss her again.
“Make yourself come, Lily. But my name better be on your tongue when you do,”
Her hand slips under her black lace panties, and she gasps against my lips.
“How wet are you?”
My cock is begging.
“Really wet,” she pants.
I know she is. I can hear it.
“Two fingers,” I order. “Inside. Now.”
Her back arches as she obeys, her breasts pressing into me.
“Nice and slow for me, imagine that’s my cock filling you up. Your pussy stretching around me as I take you nice and deep.”
“Drago,” she moans.
“Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. More.”
She rolls onto her back, hair fanned around her, legs wide as she follows every instruction. The sound of her slick fingers has me grinding my teeth.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I whisper against her cheek.
“Yes.”
“Slide your fingers out and circle your clit. Really gently. Just like my tongue would.”
Her body jolts.
“Breathe for me, baby.”
Her legs shake harder as I hover over her mouth.
“Are you ready to come for me? You know what to say.”
“Please, Drago. Sir. Please, can I come?”
Her eyes meet mine, and it nearly destroys me.
“You may.”
She shatters beside me, crying my name as I crash my lips over hers.
“Good girl,” I murmur. “Don’t stop until it’s done. Ride it out.”
I stay with her until she’s spent, her breathing heavy and uneven. I brush her hair back, and she smiles lazily. “That was… Good. But not as good as you doing it.”
I laugh softly and kiss her again. “Well, next time, stop after the first bottle if you want the full Drago experience.”
