Dead Sexy Dragon(18)

Whatever chance they may have had of averting disaster imploded in that moment. Stig’s lust ignited with a fury he’d never imagined possible. His primal instincts took hold and all troubling thoughts of consequences disappeared. He wanted Cora, needed her, and that was all that mattered now.

“Suck me harder.” Stig sifted his thick fingers through her silky hair. Cora was only too happy to comply with his order. Her plump lips closed around him and pulled the length of his cock deep into the hot, wet recess of her mouth. He let loose a low moan to let her know how fucking amazing it felt.

Cora seemed to enjoy his encouragement and hummed around his shaft. The vibrations traveled the length of his erection and shook his taut sac. He sucked in a long breath and watched Cora’s bobbing head. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of her slippery mouth made him so hot. Electric sparks arced through his lower belly. He stroked her hair and whispered dirty things in her ear.

His groin pulled tight. A quiver of ecstasy rattled him like a warning shot. His body went rigid in preparation for an orgasm. He’d dreamed of this moment, of spilling inside her mouth, for so long but his inner beast revolted at the thought. The dragon side of him panicked and took control. He yanked back from Cora’s mouth with just seconds to spare. A little more stimulation and he would have been gone.

With deep breaths and clenched fists, he managed to keep his orgasm in check but his balls ached something fierce at the abrupt interruption. Cora slid her hands up and down his thighs and gazed up at him questioningly. He caressed her face and brushed his thumb over her swollen lower lip. A flush of exertion tinged her cheeks the prettiest shade of pink. Desire darkened her irises.

Wordlessly, Stig reached down and lifted her off the floor. He cupped her backside with one hand and the back of a thigh with another as she wound her legs around his waist. She grasped his twitching cock and guided it to the slick entrance of her sex. He held her in place, hovering mere centimeters from penetration as she teased the sensitive head of his penis against her wet folds. She nuzzled her mouth against his. Their noses touched briefly as she flicked her tongue against his upper lip.

Stig shifted Cora slightly to press the head of his cock between those slick, swollen pussy lips. He rocked his hips and impaled her on his shaft. She exhaled with pure ecstasy. Stig’s eyelids lowered as Cora gently stroked his cheek and kissed him tenderly. The sweet, gentle purity of it stole his breath. He swept a loving hand along the smooth curve of her back.

Cora wound her arms behind his neck and braced her feet on the stone wall. She pushed against it to aid her rhythmic up and down movements. Stig’s arms flexed as he bore her weight, enabling her to bounce as fast or as slow as she desired. She made love to his mouth, her tongue sensually sliding against his.

There was something so incredibly erotic about the rattling chains punctuating their languid movements. They scraped against the stone and jangled loudly. Stig had never played the part of the bound lover. The novelty of being completely at Cora’s mercy heightened the illicit nature of their tryst. Visions of someday securing her to a wall and ravishing her flitted through his mind.

Cora pressed her cheek to his. Staccato breaths tickled his ear. Her thighs tightened around his waist. Fingernails bit into his skin. Recognizing all the signs of impending orgasm, Stig grasped her ass and pounded into her. He wanted to hear her screams ricochet throughout the cavern. He wanted to feel her sweet cunt milking his cock.

“Stig!” Cora shouted his name a fraction of a second before she came. She undulated wildly and clawed at him. He didn’t dare slow the pace of his thrusts. Head thrown back, she yelled his name over and over. He lowered his mouth to a pebbled nipple and sucked it between his lips, rolling his tongue over the peak, torturing her with the sensual movement. She cried out shrilly at the unexpected suckling and came again.

The pulsing sheath clasping at his cock drove him mad. There was no holding back the climax rushing through him. His entire body went rigid as he slammed deep inside her tight pussy and shot jets of hot cum. His body hummed with the strangest vibrations, vibrations that seemed to emanate from the very stones beneath his bare feet. It was as if they’d come from the Earth herself. A sense of completeness saturated every fiber of his being.

Stig slowly crumpled to the ground and carefully took Cora with him. She shifted until she sat sideways across his lap. Her head rested against his shoulder. He caressed her soft hair and kissed her temple.

“Do you have to stay here all night?”

“Yes. The locks won’t open until morning.” Even if he could have unlocked them, Stig wouldn’t have. Although he felt less feral under Cora’s constant touch, he couldn’t take the risk. If she stopped touching him…