“Curses,” he exclaimed.
And then he fisted my hair and dragged his cock all over my face.
The heat from my own magic seeped into me, and it was fucking awesome. I pushed back against him, nuzzling against his cock and darting my tongue out when he dragged it over my mouth.
He slapped it against my lips, my nose, and I felt his sticky precum as he then rubbed himself over my forehead, my hair, and my cheeks. Fucking using me. The degradation of it had my stomach flipping, my cock leaking into my pants like crazy.
Wait.
I shouldn’t… being used… commanded… dominated… I couldn’t just accept it. Could I? Ishouldn’tand—
He grasped my nape and stilled against my cheek. “You’re being a very good boy for me,” he uttered, his rumbling voice rolling right through me, and lighting me the fuck up.
Yeah.Yeah, it was okay. Itfeltgood. Really fucking good.
As he stroked my nape, he tilted my chin up with a firm grasp, our gazes colliding, where I saw white-hot need blazing back at me.
More confirmation that this was all okay.
I wanted to have this effect on him.
Ineededit.
“Open,” he commanded, and it was so fucking seductive and needy, that I just did it, just opened for him.
He slid his cock over my tongue, nice and slow, and I instinctively flicked mine out, licking all over his shaft and tasting all that stickiness. The scales were strangely soft to the touch and felt amazing against my tongue.
He growled as he watched me swallow it all down.
“Hold,” he told me, grasping my jaw harder and stilling me, as he pulled his cock free. “Hold as I thoroughly fill your throat. You’ll choke on me beautifully, won’t you?”
I nodded.
“Use your words.”
“I… yes. I want to… do it… do it, please.”
“Want what?” he pushed. “What would you like me to do?”
Fuck.“I want you gagging me with your hot fucking cock, all right? So, do it. Give it to me. Make me choke on you.”
I looked away as soon as those bold words were out there. Words of submission, words of me basically begging him to dominate and degrade me.
But he jerked my gaze back to him with his hold on my jaw.
“No. Keep your eyes on me as I feed you, rageling.”
My damned chest fluttered at that endearment.
And I loved it.
I stared up at him, my mouth wide open, and he shifted both hands to my hair, fisting harshly and making me grunt at the welcome bite of pain.
And then he used the hold as leverage as he surged forward and plunged down my throat, driving all the way in, and making me gag instantly.
He held, stroking my hair and watching intently as my eyes watered.
Then he eased back, giving me some time to breathe, before then surging forward again and filling my throat.
