“And now you're trying to buy my services like a whore?”
With another growl, the King shot forward, pushing me onto my back. Leaning over me, caging me with his body, he said, “You know I don't think you're a whore. So, can we stop playing games and start fucking?”
I grinned. “Yes, please.”
That made his growl turn into a purr.
I helped King Cynric out of his shorts—without tearing them, I might add—and tossed them aside. He glanced after them, then motioned at the bedside table. Water formed out of thin air, swept around a bottle atop the table, and brought it to him.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked.
The King straightened onto his knees and uncorked the bottle. “Water magic. We Dragons have it now.”
“Yes, I've heard, but I didn't know it could be used like that.”
“Oh, it can be used in a lot of ways.” He grinned as he rubbed oil over his cock.
I was so fascinated by his thick, glistening appendage and the sounds his strong hand made stroking it, I didn't feel the moisture gathering down below until something cool prodded my entrance. Then I flinched, yelped, and scooted back, trying to escape it.
The King fell forward with his laughter. Luckily, he had just corked the bottle, so he didn't spill oil all over the bed.
“What the fuck?” I snapped.
“I was trying to show you what else I could do with Water,” he said between chuckles. “I thought I'd work you open a bit and save us some time.”
“That was your magic?” I blinked. “Why don't you stick to moving bottles when we're in bed?”
“Are you sure?” Cynric tossed the bottle aside and crawled over to me, his oiled cock bobbing beneath him.
My stare went down, and so did his.
“I'm sure,” I said. “Let's keep it simple for our first time.”
The King's gaze went back to mine, but it traveled slowly up my body to get there. “A first time suggests there will be a second.”
“I'm sorry to tell you this, but unlike you, I don't enjoy bad sex. So, if you're awful, this will be our first and last time.”
He made a soft snort of amusement. “I'll have to try my best, then.”
“Hold on a second. Why was there a bottle of oil in this room? This is my guest room.”
“I like to be prepared.”
“So you've been planning on fucking me all day?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Of course, eh?”
“As if you couldn't tell I wanted you.”
And that's when the Dragon King went down on me.
I cried out as Cyn's hot mouth consumed me, voraciously gobbling my hard flesh, only to draw back, running his tight lips up my length. I writhed and bucked, unable to hold myself still, my hands going into his mane of crimson hair to use it as leverage.
“Oh, fuck. All right, you can have a second time,” I said breathlessly.
After sucking his way off me, the King lifted his head, met my wide stare with his smug one, and said, “Oh, I know there will be, and it will be tonight. As will our third and probably our fourth time.”
