Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Take these off,” Robby said, tugging at my shorts. I dropped them to the ground, revealing a black jockstrap with thick white waistband, my hard dick having already slipped out the side.
“Fuck me, you’re so fucking sexy.” He leaned in and kissed the head of my cock, a smile still on his lips.
“Fuck you? That’s exactly what I plan on doing,” I said.
He looked up at me, eyes twinkling as he took me into his mouth, pulling out the rest of my length so he could really get a mouthful. He went all the way down, pushing me to the back of his throat.
Fuck, I thought as I knotted my fingers in his soft hair, how could I not fall in love with this man?
“Get up here,” I said. “I want to taste myself on you.”
Chapter 29
Rah, Rah
Robby
The weight of our pasts, the pressure of our futures, the world outside these castle walls—all of it melted away the moment our lips touched. Damien’s lips were soft yet demanding, my entire body catching with his fire.
His hands were on me instantly, nimble fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, traveling down my neck, and exploring the expanse of my chest. As he kissed me, I could feel the intense, hungry energy of the dragon within him.
I wanted to feed it.
My fingers fumbled with his shirt, the soft fabric slipping against my fingers as I tugged it up and off him. With his chest bare, I leaned in and kissed his nipples, tasting the salt of his sweat and the unique flavor that was all Damien. I moved over to the red scales just above his nipples, stopping near his collarbone. I kissed those too, soft—almost silk against my lips.
He sucked in a breath, watching with rapt attention as I worshipped every inch of him.
He groaned, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me flush against him. His cock was hard and pulsing against my own. The friction as we ground against each other left me dizzy.
With effortless strength, he picked me up and laid me onto the bed. His emerald eyes, usually so soft, now drilled into me with a primal intensity. There was also an underlying tenderness there, a promise of care and affection, even as the world around us threatened to combust.
Damien paused to admire me, his gaze devouring every inch of my exposed skin. I grinned at him, rubbing my chest and letting my head fall back on the pillow.
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he said in a low whisper as he moved in. He was slow, methodical, in his approach. Each touch was filled with purpose. He started with my toes, leaving soft kisses that traveled up my calves and along my thighs. By the time he reached my hips, I was a quivering mess, my breaths coming out in ragged pants. My rock-hard dick leaked a string of clear precum onto my belly, more evidence of how badly I needed this man.
“Damien,” I gasped as his lips wrapped around a particularly sensitive spot on my inner thigh. “Please.”
He grinned against my skin, a mischievous glisten in his eyes. But he didn’t make me wait any longer. His fingers ghosted over my twitching cock, teasing and tantalizing until I thought I’d go mad from the pleasure, my toes curling with his touch. I whimpered as he wrapped those pouty lips around me, his tongue running up and down my shaft.
“You like that, Robby? Like it when I suck on this big dick?” He slapped his cheek with my dick, leaving a light pink mark and making me fist the sheets.
“I fucking love that,” I said as he took me back into his mouth. The pleasure came at me like a monstrous tidal wave, consuming every inch of me. I dropped my head, closed my eyes, and let myself float off into sea, the sounds of Damien slurping and sucking the only things reminding me I was actually on land.
The match was lit; the flames in the pyre crackled. My body craved more. I could see Damien’s stiff cock jutting out between his muscular thighs.
“What was that you were saying about fucking me?” I said, almost breathless from the way Damien worked me with his tongue.
He smiled around my dick, coming up for a breath and kissing me. Now it was my turn to taste myself, the salty-sweet flavor still on Damien’s lips.
“Are you ready for that?”
“More than ready,” I said, sucking his neck and thrusting my hips up, pressing myself against him. “I need it.”
He didn’t say another word, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out an unassuming and unlabeled black bottle. He squirted out some lube onto the palm of his hand and then some more on his cock, spreading it on himself before bringing his fingers to my hole. I gasped, opening my legs wider and moving back on the bed so he could get on.