“Or did you mean this monster?” I gave his cock a tug.
He slid his hands up, running his thumbs over my nipples, then bent and took one in his mouth in a move that sent sparks of pleasure through me.
Pulling back, he said, “Bend over the bed so I can tongue-fuck that pussy.”
He hadn’t taken off my garter or the knife stitched in there. I turned toward the bed, and he pushed me down, one hand pressing to the center of my back while the other traced that knife before running up over a cheek. He kicked my ankles with his feet, spreading me wide, before pinning my arms with the hand on my back. The digits of his other hand traced down my crack to my soaking pussy.
“I love how wet you get for me, baby,” he groaned, pushing two fingers into me and pumping for a moment, curving toward my front just right, on the pleasurable side of rough. I whimpered from the sudden onslaught, clenching around him and jerking my hips, my body already wound up from the teasing. A sudden jolt of pleasure had me panting and moaning, trying to push back against his fingers. My body neared the edge, ready to break apart, but he stopped, pulling free.
“No,” I begged, moving my ass, tilting up my cunt for him.
“You said tongue, not fingers, princess,” he said. “My dragon insists on me worshiping you.” He fell to his knees. “I’m happy to comply.”
He freed my hands so he could grip the sides of my thighs and push them farther apart. His deliciously hot, wet tongue flicked across my clit before moving through my slippery folds, so wet they were dripping. His groan of pleasure preceded his tongue delving in deep, as deeply as it could go, before he backed off and sucked down to my clit and then back. He started doing as I’d asked him, moving his tongue in and out of my pussy while running his knuckles along the outsides of my clit, teasing me again.
“Fuck, I love the taste of you,” he growled.
I shoved back into his face, but he pushed with the hand that still held me, forcing me to endure this torture. He continued until I was so turned on, so frustrated, so desperate, that I just kept saying his name, over and over.
With a dark chuckle that licked down my body, he straightened and crawled onto the bed beside me.
I looked at him wild-eyed as he lay down, smirking.
He reached out for my hand before dragging me closer, throwing my knee over his stomach and making me scramble over to straddle him, not at all where I needed everything placed.
“Do you want to fuck the face of your golden prince, little dragon?” He applied pressure to the backs of my thighs. “Put that pretty little pussy over my lips and take what pleasure is yours.”
I was over him in an instant, knees on either side of his head. His tongue attacked me, swirling across my clit as his fingers delved into my cunt. He covered my clit with his mouth, sucking twice, bringing me to the edge again, only to steer me down with his hand.
“Come all over my tongue before I make you come around my cock,” he said.
I tilted my head back in ecstasy at his words, on fire, desperate to hit the peak again and again.
I sat on his mouth, feeling his tongue delve in deep before he pushed one of his hands in behind it. He moaned, pushing me away so that he could dip those fingers into my cunt before spreading the slickness back. He returned to my pussy with his hot mouth, devouring it, as his other hand did lazy circles around the outer ring between my cheeks. I waited a moment, gyrating, building, and then grabbed his other hand and directed it to my clit. As he got into position, I slid my hands up over my breasts and grabbed my nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I wanted to see what it was like when absolutely all my points of interest were covered.
The finger at the back shallowly thrust in, his tongue delved, and he grabbed my clit between his knuckles, hard. Sensation was everywhere, hitting me all at once.
I screamed with the release, blasting apart at the seams, shaking and shuddering over him, wringing out every last ounce of pleasure before sagging to the side. I didn’t want to suffocate the guy.
He rolled me easily, pushing aside the covers and pausing to finally remove my blade and garter belt. He straightened me on the bed and slipped between my spread thighs, guiding his cock into me.
“The first thrust always feels like coming home,” he said against my lips softly, seating himself fully.