She obeyed when he let her go. Swiftly, he unbuckled his belt, slid it off, and wrapped it around her wrists, tightening only enough to keep her from wriggling loose. “This should keep you from touching. Lift up.”
She obeyed, rising on her knees, but he drew down her head and kissed her again, distracting her from watching him pull down his pants and expose her prize. His hips dropped back onto the couch before pulling her back against him.
A soft whimper of need broke free when he slid his cock along her dripping folds and pressed the head against her clit, rubbing in firm circles, driving her mad. Her clit, so firm and warm, pulsating so deliciously—the entire sensation ignited such a deep, gnawing hunger in her pussy.
“Do you want it, my girl?” His voice tight with need.
She nodded, but he swatted her arse.
“Say it.”
She drew in a deep breath to steady her words. “I want it, Master, I want it so bad.”
He handled her upper her body and shifted. “Then, watch me take what is mine.”
She peered down between them to see the tip of his cock push inside her. She cried out in pleasure, stretching around his thick member. Her back arched and she was helpless in his arms while he pushed in little by little, teasing her. She closed her eyes and felt him grip her shoulders and roughly shove the rest of way, embedding himself deep inside, causing them both to moan.
Amber’s body shook. He gripped her hips and growled, “Ride me, girl.” Without her hands, it was a struggle to plant her legs. She lifted up before dropping down. He placed a thumb on her clit, forcing her to rub against it every time she slid herself up and down on his wonderful, thick cock.
“Faster,” he panted and she felt he was close to losing it. “No coming till I say, understood?”
“Yes…yes, Master.” Her reply was breathless as the build-up to the pinnacle rose quicker than anticipated. Brim prided himself on making her come hard and often when they made love. This time, she fought against it. Her cries of pleasure came long and loud. When her legs grew weak and she struggled, his hand undid the belt and it slid off while he quickly rolled them, pinning her down on the couch, driving into her over and over and panting hard in her ear.
“Yes, mine! You are mine…mine…mine…forever!” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.
Overwhelmed by the need to come, she screamed. “Master, please! Oh, please let me come!”
“Come, my girl, now.” Her body froze for a split second before her orgasm ripped through her, her wail of pure ecstasy reaching the heavens themselves.
Brimstone roared and the warmth of his seed spilled within her womb, his heavy weight collapsing on top of her. It only felt like an afterthought as he gripped her, rolled, and with a thump, fell to the floor on top the rug which lay on the hardened stone floor. Amber lay boneless and sprawled on top of Brim’s much larger frame, both of them struggling to draw breath into their deprived lungs.
“Wow,” she managed after a short while. She lifted her head to see him with a smirk on his face. She lovingly traced the lines of his features.
“Fucking wow.”
She giggled and planted a kiss on his chest. “I don’t care how many characters I write, you’ll always be my first and best dragon hero.”
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll never let you forget it. When are you going to write your next scene?”
Amber laughed and shook her head. He cupped her head and drew her up for a leisurely kiss before rolling them again, so she lay under him. “Don’t know! Why don’t you inspire me?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Inspire her, he did.