I blinked. “I may not be up for four.” I looked pointedly at his big dick.
With a wicked grin, he lifted my legs, propping them on his shoulders, and moved into position. “Don't fret, Ru. I'll go easy on you.”
My breath caught when his cock gently nudged its way inside me. Then, with gentle back-and-forth motions of his hips, Cynric worked himself deeper and deeper, his face going tight with lust and need. Masculine musk, sweetened with a hint of almond, filled my head. The scent of Cyn. I couldn't get enough of it.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “Don't go easy on me. Fuck me hard!”
Cynric's expression went savage with my words and, giving a low growl, he thrust fully into me, the solid wall of his abdomen flattening my ass and thighs. Shivering zings rushed up my body, stemming from his pumping flesh, and I pulled my legs back as far as they could go, craving even more. I had the craziest thought that I wanted him to crawl into me and be with me forever. Insane, I know, and sex had never messed with my mind before. I pushed my madness away as Cynric bent over me, coming in for a wild kiss. Then he propped himself on his hands to begin a rapid thrusting.
“Great Gods, you feel like magic. A silken fist around my cock,” the King groaned, his head rolling back and biceps bulging. Then he looked down and met my gaze. “Are you squeezing me or are you just that tight?”
“Both,” I said, then clenched around him. “That was a squeeze.”
Cynric groaned in response, turning his head out toward my shin. He nuzzled me there, then gently bit, and I cried out at the unexpected pleasure. When he looked back at me, his stare was intense.
“You saved my life and now you give me pleasure. Aren't thieves supposed to steal?”
“At the moment, I'm taking, not giving.”
“You're right.” He grinned, grabbed my waist, and, with a backward lurch, brought us into our original position, with him sitting against the headboard and me sitting on him. Settling me across his lap, he said, “You said you'd ride me until my eyes rolled back in my head. So, get on with it, Blue-Eyes.” He smacked my ass.
“Get on with it?” I lifted a brow at him.
“Please?”
I clung to Cyn's shoulders as I laughed, holding myself upright, but just barely. He groaned through my amusement, his expression one of bliss.
“I like it when you laugh,” he said.
“Oh?”
“You ripple around me.”
“Is that so?” I got onto my knees and rode him slowly. “Should I continue laughing then? Is it better than this?”
“Don't you dare stop doing this,” Cyn growled and gripped my ass, his fingers kneading me. “Don't stop until you give me what you promised.”
Feeling a wave of sexual triumph wash over me, I panted, “As Your Majesty commands.”
Anyone can ride a dick, but I had a special way of doing it. I varied my speed, using my thighs to bounce me on his thick shaft rapidly, then slowing to churn him inside me. Another fast bit. Then I undulated forward, my upper body moving in a wave, brushing my nipples over his. Cyn's mouth fell open on his harsh panting, his eyes widening to follow my movements as his hands worshiped me. Then I went back to riding him hard and fast.
A few minutes of this was all it took. Cyn went tense beneath me as he closed his eyes and threw back his head to groan his release. Hands clenching on my ass, cock kicking as it filled me, and neck muscles straining. The Dragon King was an amazing sight to behold.
I stroked his shoulders, neck, and face as he came, my body squeezing every drop out of him, and waited for him to go limp before I released my grip. Seeing him sprawl against the headboard, his ecstasy wrung dry, sent a rush of satisfaction through me even though I was still hard and aching. I grinned and rose to my knees. Cyn slipped out of me with a delicious slither, and his eyes opened at last. Holding that gorgeous green stare, I worked my cock. I had visions of coming across his chest, but as the King watched me, his stare heated and he licked his lips.
“Come here, my beautiful thief. I'll take care of you.” Cyn pulled me forward by my hips.
I moved closer, sliding forward until the tip of my cock brushed his firm lips, my heart racing and thrills running down my spine. Grinning, Cyn opened his mouth and pulled on my hips again, urging me inside. The soft, wet heat of his mouth welcomed me, his lips molding around my girth and tightening. Ecstasy wound around my cock and danced into my balls. Cyn held my shocked stare as he leaned back, bracing his head against the headboard, and pulled again, guiding me into a steady thrusting. When I got the idea and took over, his hands went to my ass, squeezing my plump globes as he took my cock like a professional—his lips tight but his throat loose. My hands slid into his thick hair and locked around his head.
“Oh, fuck, you're so hot,” I panted as I face-fucked the Dragon King. “So fucking sexy.”
And he was. Even taking my cock, he looked like a king. Despite my grip on his head and the thrust of my body, he was in control. I knew it down to my marrow. The King was granting me a boon, that was all. He was being generous, but he was still the alpha in our bed.
Cyn sucked, creating a nice vacuum, then slipped a finger into my slick hole. In combination with his searing stare, it sent me over. Crying out wordlessly, I locked up against his mouth, my hands clenching on his scalp to hold him in place. But I wouldn't close my eyes or even arch my back, even as much as I wanted to. There was something I wanted more—the sight of Cyn closing his eyes in bliss as he sucked me down.
Chapter Seven
The next morning, I woke up to find a beefy arm slung across my waist. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life. The Dragon King of Darimar was asleep on a pillow behind me, his enormous body spooning mine, and he'd gotten even better looking during the night, his healing finally complete. Dark lashes swept down from his eyelids, then up, thick and long like a girl's, but the rest of his face was all male. From the rugged lines of his jaw to his long, lean nose, he exuded masculine power. Dominant even when asleep. And those lips. Not full but not thin, a perfect in-between. They had been all over my body the night before.
