Free Ride the Dragon : Hot Sex Mystic Fantasy by Selena Sexton Page B

head became lighter and his finger was in her still and she was
flinging her legs everywhere to get every bit of her touched inside and she was
beating on him and being used by him and she didn’t know what was happening and
she lost track of the world around her and all she knew as her body in his
hands and then her whole being blew apart as she came on him and came and came
and came.
    He let go
of her neck, and she drew a deep breath that brought the world back into being
around her. The lights of the lanterns seemed brighter. The trees stood out in
more detail. Vonor’s face floated in front of her own and she could see every
line of it, every crease and scale and mark and she threw her arms around his
long neck and held on for dear life and didn’t want it to end.
    “Are you
all right?” he asked her, his low gravelly voice kind and affectionate.
“I…haven’t done that with you before. I didn’t know how you would take it. Sex
between dragons is different than sex with you fleshlings.”
    She
nodded into his shoulder, not sure what she was saying yes too. Clearing her
throat she finally found her voice. “That was the best yet. I don’t want to be
a fragile flower that you have to tiptoe around. I want you to use me, Vonor. I
want you to do whatever you want with me.”
    He
laughed, threw his head back and laughed into the night. “Angel-mine, you have
the worth of any dragon female! Two, even! I knew I chose wisely when I picked
you to come to me.”
    “Come to
you. Yes,” she drawled in a voice dripping with innuendo as she gave her hips a
sensual twist on his finger. “I want to come to you. I want to come all over
you.”
    He
laughed again, softly, and bending down, bit her shoulder. Not gently.
    She
yelped but then relaxed into it, feeling his teeth break the skin, feeling the
nerves in her muscles ignite under the piercing pressure. “Yes,” she moaned.
    Then he
was laying her down in the soft grasses, his finger trailing over her ass and
her wet slot as he withdrew his hand and she almost cried at the emptiness in
her. He pinned her arms to the ground with his heavy hands and she knew it
wasn’t necessary but it was what he wanted.
    And what
he wanted from her, she wanted to give to him.
    But she
wanted something in return.
    “Get in
me, Vonor,” she said to him, her eyes narrowed and intense. “I want you in me
now.”
    He
chuckled and twisted his neck across her breasts and then up away. “You want
it, do you?”
    He was
kneeling in-between her legs and she kicked at him, hooked her ankles behind
his thighs and tried to pull him down to her. “Yes, damn you, yes! Get in me!”
    She
looked down the length of her naked body and could just see his crotch, could
see the bulk of his erection, stiff and ready. It was different than a man’s.
Larger, to be sure, but also it had small bumps along the shaft that were like
fleshy scales, and that aroused her sensitive areas like nothing else she could
imagine. In the dark of her room she had tried to do to herself what he could
do with his dick. She had tried any number of toys sold to her by a very
discreet saleswoman, and none of them had ever completed her the way the
texture of Vonor’s dick could.
    He
touched the tip of his erection to her wet, sorely wanting cleft. But he held
back and would not enter her. She tried to make him, tried to force her body up
onto his, and still he teased her with that gentle pressure on her opening when
what she wanted was him to rock her hard and fast.
    “Do me!”
she yelled out loud, tears in her eyes. “Damn you, Vonor, do me!”
    “Say it,”
he said to her.
    She
gasped. “No! I will not. Not this time.” She twisted and screamed and shifted
and tried everything she could to get him in her and nothing worked. “Fine!
Fine! Please, do me! Is that what you want? You want me to beg for it! Please,
Vonor, I need you, I need you in me.”
    His smile
was triumphant and teasing. “Say my