Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I could drown in him. Fuck, he was a great kisser. So much passion in every movement he made. His hands moved up to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. A shiver a pleasure rolled down my spine.
“I love having the back of my head touched,” I said.
“Oh?” Caleb gently trailed his fingers across my neck, back up my head. “Good. Cuz I like doing it.”
If I could sprout my wings and take off, I would have flown us straight into the sun.
“You know,” I said. “I’d been wanting to do this to you from the moment I saw you.”
“Really?” Caleb asked, pulling off his shirt and tossing it onto the plush white Lovesac in the corner of the room. His pink nipples were hard and surrounded by a soft pink flush. His chest was covered in a dusting of dark hair, a trail moving down his belly button and disappearing under the waistband of his jeans. I took a step back and admired him as he unzipped his pants, pulling them off to reveal a pair of dark black briefs with a pink band around the waist.
“Really,” I answered, dropping to my knees and pushing his legs further open. They were hanging off the end of the bed, his bare feet firmly planted on the dark red carpet. I started there, picking one up and massaging him, watching as his muscles all relaxed, his mouth turning to the shape of an O as I pushed my thumb into the center of his foot. His cock twitched in his briefs.
The fabric grew dark from how excited he already was. It made my own cock throb.
I gently planted his foot back down and grabbed the other one. He watched me as I sucked his toe, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and a chesty moan tearing through him. This—this was what I fucking lived for. Giving someone this kind of pleasure, watching them come undone by a touch or a stroke or a lick. It felt more powerful to me than any ice storm I could ever conjure.
And that power grew exponentially when I was sharing it with a man like Caleb. He wasn’t only physically attractive, but there was a sharp wit and smokey allure to him that I’d never found in anyone else. He was equal parts mysterious and cagey while being open and vulnerable.
I ignored my own pulsing needs and continued to massage Caleb, working my way up to his calf now, pushing away the knots and keeping my eyes on the way his bulge reacted. At one point, he reached down to jerk himself off, but I quickly moved his hand aside.
“Keep your arms there,” I said, my voice taking on a growl. “I want you to just lay back and let me do the work.”
“Like this?” he asked, head up but arms down.
“Exactly,” I said as I pulled off his briefs.
I grabbed his cock in my hand and ran a thumb over the already leaking head. “Look at all that precum.” I lifted my thumb up to my mouth and sucked, lighting my entire body on fire. It tasted like sex and salt and everything I’d been thirsting for.
“I get really wet,” Caleb said, moaning as I did it again, wet thumb being lapped by my tongue. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“I clearly don’t,” I replied with a half-drunk grin on my face.
This man… fuck me. How did he keep getting hotter and hotter with every ticking second?
“Fuck, Caleb, do you realize how sexy you look right now?”
He opened his lust-drunk eyes and lifted his head. “I tend to not,” he answered, “but I do appreciate the reminders.”
“I want to make sure you never forget it.” I stood at the foot of the bed and dropped the only clothes left on my body, briefs falling to my ankles and my cock looking like a flagpole jutting out from my hips. I spit into the palm of my hand and ran it up and down my length. I enjoyed the wet sound of skin on skin almost as much as I enjoyed the sensation of stroking myself.
“Can I touch myself now?” Caleb asked, long lashes blinking up a storm. His stiff dick twitched, a string of precum catching the light.
“You may,” I said, deciding it was fine to put him out of his misery. He wrapped his hand around his length and stroked, groaning as he watched me do the same. That’s when I got an idea. “Do you like to use toys?” I asked, grinning, the intense flames inside me threatening to burn the entire castle down.
I wanted to turn Caleb inside out today. Wanted to show him what sex with a dragon was really like.
Most of all, though, I wanted to make sure I left Caleb wanting to come back to me for more and more and more and more.