Shiver. Why is bossy Darcy the sexiest version? Well, I guess I also like the Darcy that threatens to kill my stalkers. Maybe all the versions of Darcy are sexy. Heiswet dream material.
I let him help me out onto the bath mat, dry myself off, and check the drawers for lube. (I find it in the top drawer of the bathroom. In the second drawer are the toothbrushes andtoothpaste, which is a configuration with priorities, if you know what I mean.)
After brushing my teeth, I crutch-hop to the bed. Head down, ass up, I work myself open with no small amount of glee.
I’ve barely fit my third finger into me when he struts out of the bathroom flanked by a billow of steam, hard cock raring to go.
Damn, he’s sexy.
18
“Oh Peach, yer such a good toy, aintcha?” his laughter rolls around the room, full of promise. “Let me help with that.”
He doesn’t let me pull my fingers out, rather he pours lube on both his fingers and mine, adding one of his own alongside mine and humming softly as he bends and bites my ass. It’s a gentler bite than I expect, considering last time, but fuck if it doesn’t make my cock jump in anticipation. My body warms from the bite, and the same magic that heated me before does it again, relaxing me and readying me for everything Darcy’s about to do.
He targets my prostate with his sunken finger, and I forget about the initial stretch for a lightning strike moment. “Fuck!” I yelp, pressing back and losing my fingers in the effort.
He clicks his tongue, pulling his finger out and adding more to replace what I lost. “Such a pretty ass,” he mutters and licks my rim.
“Oh,” I breathe, losing my breath as he hums against my rim.
His skill with his tongue makes me gasp and rock, greedy for more. He pulls out again, adding his fourth finger and setting off lightning, and I jump and brace myself on the bed, clutching the sheets as I push back for more.
“Yes. More. Do it again. Fuck!”
His dark laughter and the vibrations of it rock my world. I don’t know why or how or what it is about his voice, but it digs in deep and turns everything up a notch. He pulls his hand out of my ass and spreads my cheeks, gaping my hole and licking it like a motherfucking ice cream cone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please get in me. Fuck!”
“Jussa sec.” Darcy tortures me with his tongue and fingers for an eternity before my knees start hurting and I lose my balance, tipping to the side toward my missing foot.
Darcy’s fingers are ripped out of my ass, and he rumbles with a note of annoyance as he helps me turn onto my back. He pulls my hips to the edge of the bed and grabs the lube again. He pushes my legs toward my chest, and I grab them behind my knees. His words send shivers of anticipation through me as he renews the lube on my ass and slathers his cock.
“Good lord, Peach. I’m gon’ fill you up. You make my balls ache. Ain’t never seen anything so purdy.”
He’s thousands of years old, so that’s hard to believe, but damn, it feels nice to hear, especially with my scarred up leg right in his face.
He rocks his massive dick through my crease, groaning with pleasure. I pull my legs tighter to my chest, needing him in me, wanting to feel that connection again. He rubs the tip of his cock over my rim, up and down, over and over, until it catches on the edge, and then he finally pushes in.
Oh fuck, that feels so good! How? I want to know how his entry—this massive dick—can feel like a sea of pleasure and an ocean of euphoria, drawing me into the haze of sex and lust.
“Fuck me.” I’m desperate for everything he’s about to do to me. “Give me what you got, magic man.”
The volcanic rumble of his laughter fills the room, and it sparks something inside me. Something hot and needy, fiery, and fully his. Something completely loyal to him.
He pulls out and slams back into me, and I cry out, both in pleasure and because that thing inside me is hotter than before, louder.
Oh fuck. That’s—
“Oh my god, Darcy,” I cry out as he slaps his hips against my ass again. “My dragon. I feel it!”
Darcy pushes his cock as far into me as possible, leaning over me with a worried expression. “You about to shift, Peach?”
I—I’m not—
“Maybe? I don’t know. He’s right there. I can feel him. He’s burning for you. Fuck. He—Darcy? I need you to fuck me hard right now. Don’t stop. It feels like I’m going to die if you stop.”
Darcy pulls his cock all the way out of me, lines back up, and slams in again, setting a pace that hits my nervous system so thoroughly that my entire body shudders with bliss, curling toes I don’t even have at the end of my phantom foot. I shiver, tickled by the sensation.
My inner dragon’s thunderous approval meets Darcy’s volcanic aura, and the two unite in a liminal space that drowns me in a pleasure so intense that my body ignites in ecstasy, sending me flying into space as I throb like a pulsar, shooting jets of cum across my belly and chest.
