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“You going to cum for me, pretty girl?” he asks, voice low and fierce. “Let me feel you come apart on my tongue.”

His filthy fucking mouth pushes me over the edge.

A choked cry tears from me as my orgasm crashes over me. Waves of heat radiating outward, my pussy clenching around him.

“Oh fuck—Draygon—”

He doesn’t stop, continuing to lap and suck through my aftershocks, prolonging the ecstasy until I’m a trembling mess, begging for more.

“Fuck—Thats it. So fucking pretty,”

He finally lifts his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches me pant, my chest heaving. “You taste fucking delicious,” he says, voice rough with admiration. “But I’m not done with you yet,”

He stands, his body pressing against mine, grinding against me and I feel the weight of his cock—hard, and thick, through his jeans. The feeling alone earns him a soft whimper from me, and he smirks. His hands slide down to my ass, gripping as he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him and carrying me to the bed.

He lays me back against the bed, then straightens, his eyes raking over every inch of my exposed body.

I watch him as the buckle of his belt hits the floor with a soft clink, followed by the rustle of denim sliding down his thighs.

My mouth actually falls open.

Well.

My jaw drops, as his cock springs free. Thick and hard, with five silver piercings along his shaft that flash like tiny stars in the light.

I push myself higher against the pillows, not even pretending I’m subtle about staring now. My eyes drag over him slowly, and the heat low in my stomach gets worse as his hand slides slowly over his own length, his thumb dragging along the cold metal.

He smirks and catches both my ankles, pulling me down toward the edge of the bed so fast a startled gasp slips out of me.

“Jesus,” I breathe, looking down between us and then back up at him. “You’re going to fucking break me with that.”

Draygon’s expression changes.

His hand settles firmly at my hip, thumb pressing into my skin as he leans over me, dark eyes locked on mine.

“Then I’ll put you back together after.”

Fuck.

My stomach flips, and the smug bastard sees exactly what it does to me.

“Oh yeah?” I mutter.

“Every. Single. Time, Echo.”

He kisses me once, slow and deep, before shifting closer and lining himself up.

The rest of the teasing disappears after that.

The first inch slides in, the metal beads grazing my inner walls with a sharp, electric sting that makes me gasp.

He pauses, letting the sensation settle, then pushes deeper, each thrust a measured stretch that pulls a moan from my lips.

“Feel that?” he growls, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight, fast circles that sync with his slow, deep strokes. “Every bead dragging across you, stretching you open… you’re taking me so fucking good.”

“Oh fuck, Draygon,”

His pierced cock fills me completely, the ladder’s barbels catching and releasing with each movement.