Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Her breaths broke into a sob of need. “K-Kenji. . .”
I bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her whimper. “No. Not Kenji. Dragon.”
And then I pushed my cock deep inside her pussy, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the way her wet walls squeezed down on me like a fist of fire.
Aww! Fuck!
My cock throbbed, drenched in her heat, every inch claimed and swallowed by her pussy.
“Oh!” Her back arched. Her wrists strained against my hold. Her mouth opened in a cry that was half-pain, half-ecstasy.
I swallowed it with another brutal kiss, groaning into her lips as her sore pussy pulsed around my cock, tight, wet, and perfect.
“Fuck,” I rasped against her mouth, grinding deeper, spreading her until her thighs shook around me. “I could die inside you and never come back, and it would still be heaven.”
I shifted the angle of my hips to make her moan the way that I wanted.
She shuddered. “Ohhh! Ohhh!”
Those moans came out as low, rolling notes from deep in her chest.
Yes. That’s it.
Watching her face twist in pleasure, I quickened my cock’s rhythm—just a little—and she chased the tempo with me, hips lifting to meet the next wave and the next.
“That’s my good little Tiger,” I groaned. “Work that wet, tight pussy on my cock.”
The room smelled like erotic heat and lightning.
Pumping my fat cock into her wet pussy, I put my mouth at her ear. “Who’s fucking you?”
Her voice was shaky. “The D-dragon.”
“Do you like when the Dragon fucks you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Even though that pussy aches?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Tora.”
Her moan vibrated against my lips, and I felt it all the way down my cock.
God, the way she squeezed me—wet, trembling, tight—it was like her body was built to drain every last ounce of me and still demand more.
I thrust again, slow, steady, savoring the way her pussy clung to me on the retreat.
The glide was molten silk.
Slick and scorching.
Every stroke wrapped around my length like a vice that didn’t want to let go.
My balls swung heavy with each movement, tightening already, but I forced myself to slow down.
No rushing.
Not yet.
I needed her moans to deepen and get louder.
I needed her thighs to shake.
I needed her to know that when the Dragon fucked this pussy, he left no part of her body unsatisfied.
“Fuck yes,” I growled into her mouth, breaking the kiss only long enough to bite her bottom lip again. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me? Do you feel how tight this pussy is choking my cock?”
She whimpered, “Yes.”
Her confession undid me, but I kept control, adjusting my angle so my gold rose piercing dragged perfectly against her swollen G-spot. The reaction was immediate—her back arched, her mouth fell open, and she cried out in a sound so pure, it shot lightning down my spine.
I thrust harder.
Once.
Twice.
Brutal strokes that made her walls spasm around me.
Her pussy wasn’t just wet. It was heat incarnate—drenched, clutching, sucking, dripping down my shaft, coating my balls until I could feel the slickness there too. Each swing of my balls sent a ripple of wet heat across my skin, every slap at the base of her ass a reminder of how deep I was buried.
My balls felt swollen, ready to burst, but the ache was exquisite. That ache kept me alive, kept me moving, kept me on the edge of something bigger than release.
Oh God. I don’t ever want this to end.
I lowered my head to her chest and dragged my tongue across the swell of her breast. Sweat beaded there, salty and sweet, her skin so soft it felt criminal to bite.
But I bit anyway—sharp enough to hear her gasp, soft enough to leave her begging.
Groaning, I kept fucking her as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, tugging until it peaked against my tongue, until her moans stuttered into desperate pleas.
“Dragon!”
Hearing my name like that—half prayer, half surrender—sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
I groaned against her breast.
The vibration rumbled into her body as I latched on her nipple harder, biting just enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure.
Her pussy clenched tighter, rippling around me as if her body were trying to pull me deeper.
My cock throbbed in answer, veins swollen, every nerve alive and sparking.
I could feel every sensual ridge of her pussy, every flutter of her inner muscles, every slick contraction around the piercing at my tip.
It was too much.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
I pulled back a few inches, just to slam back into her harder, grinding my hips so deep my balls crushed against her skin. The impact made us both gasp.
The pressure was insane—like my cock wasn’t just inside her, but inside the very core of her being.
“Dragon,” she moaned, voice shaking.
“Say it louder.”
“Dragon!”
“Good girl. That’s my perfect little Tiger.” My teeth scraped across her other nipple, tugging until she bucked against me. “Who owns this pussy?”