21. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Maeve

H e slid out, his spikes raking my pussy anew. I never wanted anyone to make love to me ever again.

Only my beautiful Dragon with his magic dick and his clever tongue. I wanted him to be a part of my life, to interweave his existence with mine, and for him to start living a little. Taran sank slowly on the bed next to me and pulled me up against his body.

“Wow,” I whispered into his chest. It was still dry and warm, but his scent had intensified tenfold .

Without another word, I rolled my body back on his.

“What are you doing, sweetling?” he asked, yet palmed my ass automatically.

More of his cum flowed out of me in this position, and I started moving my core up and down the underside of his dick.

“What does it look like?” I mumbled, nuzzling my face into the buttery soft scales between his pecs.

“It looks like you are about to—”

“Rhetorical question, Scales.” I brought my lips on his, moving up so far I could take his blunt head inside my body. He was still hard as nails.

We both groaned when he slipped back inside, his hands gripping me tightly.

Taran ground me down on his cock, rubbing my sensitive skin over the thick bump.

Knew it.

I moaned, lifting my ass up a few times before letting him take over the rhythm. “Whatever that grinding thing is feels so fucking good, Scales,” I sobbed when the pleasure built up in me, spreading through my veins like Dragon fire.

“Sweetling,” he snarled, bucking his hips into my body. “You are pure perfection.” His hands caressed my rolls, groaning under his breath. “A goddess.” Then his fingers wandered up my arms, sliding down my bra straps. I managed to unhook it in the back, sneakily scratching myself, but mesmerised by the look of pure awe on his face as he took it off and raised his hands to cup my heavy breasts .

I whimpered into his mouth as he did something to my nipples, half a roll, half a squeeze, entirely ending me. Fast.

“Scales.” I was whining like a stupid animal in heat. But how. The. Fuck. Was I supposed to string a sentence together with my orgasm moments away?

“Yes, sweetling. I can feel it. You’re ready to come for me again.” His hand left my tit and burrowed into my hair. “Mmm, you love it when I play with your nipples, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,“ I groaned, nodding hastily.

He plunged his tongue into my mouth again, pinched me, and I fucking fell.

I cried out his name as my muscles squeezed around the thick elevations all over his dick and I ground my clit one last time over the bumpy bit at his base.

Taran’s ass snapped up, and he came alongside me, filling me to the brim with his hot cum. The warmth spread from there through every corner of my body.

“Making love with you is the best thing ever,” I mumbled when at last my cheek rested on his chest, the deep thrumming of two heartbeats luring me to sleep.

He said nothing, but gently kissed my brow and tucked me into his arms. The rumbling purrs added another layer to the sound, and I was out in seconds, sleeping so deeply he could have carried me to the end of the world, and I wouldn’t have noticed.