Free Georgie and Her Dragon by Sahara Kelly Page B

in her own erotic exercise,
ignored it. She’d found a place that made her pulse throb visibly
at the base of her throat and was now swaying in time to some
private music that only she could hear.
    “Oh lord...” She strummed her clit, parting
the folds with two fingers, letting it come out and peep at Theo,
who peeped back.
    It was - beautiful. Hard and pearlescent,
Georgie’s clit was a work of art no jeweler could have ever
duplicated. And clearly it was sensitive since she rubbed around
it, beneath it, beside it - but never quite on top of it.
    “I’m feeling so good, Theo. So good.” She
whispered the words.
    He was silent. There was nothing he could
say that would satisfactorily cover the emotions roiling through
him.
    Her muscles tensed and released, her hands
moved over her body and she let it all go, finding delight in her
own touch and the sharing of this moment with him.
    “I’m imagining that this is you touching me, Theo. Your mouth - here - ”
    Yeah. I want my mouth there. So
baaaaad ...
    “Your arms around me, your fingers playing
with my nipples...”
    I don’t have arms or fingers. Fuck it.
I’ll improvise .
    “Theo, I’m getting hot...”
    No fucking shit, babe. I’m about to
create a thermal fusion reaction here ...
    “I’m gonna come , Theo. Watch me come.
Tell me if you like what you see, Theo...”
    Her hands moved faster now, with greater
intent, and as her fingers squeezed one breast Theo choked on his
own desire.
    He held his breath, not willing to risk
interrupting this moment. He’d forgotten about the fairy, the spell
and that he was a dragon. All his years as a fire-breathing entity
went out the window.
    Right now, he was just a simple male
watching his female pleasure herself.
    She opened her eyes and stared at him. He
could feel her desires, sense her arousal, experience her peak as
it built slowly from her ass and crept over her like hot lava on a
mountainside.
    “Now, Theo...be with me...” Her face
crumpled as she teetered on the very brink...
    And there was a loud pop...
    And the sudden light that erupted into the
room focused down onto one extremely irate fairy.
     
     

Chapter Five
    You want that fairy regular or extra crispy?

    “ Noooooo... ” The word screamed out at
exactly the same moment from three different sources.
    One was Georgie, caught with her fingers up
her cunt and trembling on the brink of orgasm.
    Another was Theo’s brain, crying out with
desolation at the glimpse of paradise he was apparently to be
denied.
    And the third was the fairy who stood - arms
akimbo - glaring at the two of them in fury. “You sneaky piece of shit . You think you’re gonna work your way around my spell?” She narrowed her eyes at Theo.
    “Who the fuck are you?” Georgie’s face grew
stern. “And where the fuck do you get off insulting my dragon?”
    “Your dragon?” The fairy glanced at her.
“ Your fucking dragon? Who the fuck do you think made him a
dragon in the first fucking place? Bitch ?”
    Oh oh . Theo blinked. Pissing off
Georgie like that was really not a good idea. He knew his
woman. Knew her temper and knew the signs. They were all there.
    “Look here twinkle toes ...” Georgie
crossed the room and loomed over the fairy, arms on her own hips,
sparks of anger in her eyes. “I dunno what all this is about, but
I’m not one of the stupid princesses. If what I think happened happened , and you’re the one behind it, you got a
lot to answer for. And calling me bitch is getting seriously
into pot-and-kettle territory.” She leaned in. “ And you
wanna watch that foul mouth of yours.”
    “Yeah. You tell her.” Theo would have
clapped if he’d had hands, or even a free claw at that particular
moment.
    The fairy looked at him. “You make a shitty
dragon.”
    He stared back at her. “And you ain’t
exactly aged well, toots. Got a few wrinkles and a couple grey
hairs going there...”
    “Why you...” She opened her mouth only to
shut it when