by Scott Wylder
“Take me, Drake. Take me now. I need you in me.” She pressed toward him, her soft pliant flesh colliding with all his hardness. It was pure bliss.
Leading her to the center of the rug, he knelt and pulled her down to her knees in front of him. “Turn around, show me your ass, Jayda.”
Never before taking a command from a man, Jayda was shocked at how easily she did as he commanded. She looked back at him over her shoulder and rocked her hips up and down for him.
He slapped her ass until she whimpered. She’d had no idea it could feel so good. No one had ever challenged her dom status in the bedroom; no one had ever given her this kind of pleasure and desire.
Drake rubbed her wetness with the tip of his cock, but didn’t penetrate. He leaned over her back and pressed his hardness against her slit as he nibbled at her exposed neck. Reaching around her hip, he found her clit with his finger and worked it as he inserted the head of his dick into her wetness.
“Come for me, Jayda. I want to feel your climax on my cock as I fuck you hard, as I own you.”
That was the first time any man had ever told her to come for him. As she rocked back and forth from the movement of his hand between her legs, each backward stroke sending her onto the head of his throbbing hot dick, but no farther, teased her into an explosive orgasm.
Just before she stopped shuddering, Drake pushed his cock into her and kept at her clit with his hand, working her into another orgasm within seconds. She screamed as she collapsed into the body-shaking pleasure. Drake continued thrusting. Holding her hips, he thrust harder and harder and then faster and faster.
“Come in me, Drake. I want to feel you in me, please.” She looked over her shoulder at him, pleading with her eyes.
“Oh, fuck, Jayda.” He stiffened into his climax, shuddering with every thick spurt of come.
They both rolled onto rug, bodies drenched with sweat, chests heaving, they tangled together with her head on his chest. Jayda had never experienced such complete abandon and wondered how she had lived without it all these years.
The silence was amicable as she and Drake lay there until their breathing came easy and their heart rates slowed.
Drake pushed up and pushed her from his chest, her head resting in his hand. He kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned, ready to take him again. Ready to experience the bliss again.
Looking deep into her eyes, he said, “Jayda, you’re my woman now. You’ve given yourself over to me. Your search for the stronger one is over forever.”
Again, she surrendered to his urgings, knowing that she hadn’t captured a dragon, but instead she had been captured by a dragon.
“You are my dragon, forever.” Jayda returned his kiss with equal fervor and passion.
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