Free Dragon's Desire by Delilah Devlin

chest.
    Guy kissed her temple then lifted her off his cock. Backed-up fluid trickled from inside her. Awkwardly, because they were all three pressed together, Guy rearranged his legs to stretch out, then lay on his back.
    A gentle shove between her shoulders encouraged her to cover Guy. Taps against her outer thighs had her lifting them one at a time for Guy to close his legs and for her to straddle his hips. Then Drago tucked his fingers under her, rearranging Guy’s balls and cock so they cushioned her mound.
    “You seem very comfortable handing my man-bits,” Guy muttered.
    “I’ve seen them before. We’ve even crossed swords a time or two.”
    “We were respectfully polite about it.”
    Angela giggled, not minding in the least that Drago was still arranging things to his satisfaction—like where her knees were positioned. He pushed them back and inward a bit, tilting up her ass.
    When fingers sank into her entrance, she was beyond ready for him to get down to business.
    “You’re barely stretched.”
    “Hey, I’m wilting away with embarrassment,” Guy murmured.
    She giggled again, then bit her lip, because Drago’s fingers were toggling her clit. Blood thrummed to the nub and she tightened.
    “Too much?”
    “It’s not really painful,” she gasped, “if that’s what you mean.” Fact was, the pressure he applied with his wet fingers did astounding things, ratcheting up her arousal. Her pussy made a wet sound as it clenched around his thick fingers.
    He scraped up the hood, then pushed her so that her exposed clit rested against the ridge of Guy’s semi-erect cock. “Keep it there. We’re both going to take you to heaven, little one.”
    Guy’s smile was one-sided, lazy, and he slid his hands between their bodies to cup her breasts.
    Behind her, Drago placed both hands on her cheeks, gripping tight, then relaxing. One hand lifted. And she knew, even before the first swat landed, what he intended. She tensed, her clit jutting, and waited for the next, and the next slap to warm her bottom.
    “She likes that,” Guy said, his eyes narrowed and studying her expression.
    Her cheeks were warm so she knew she was red-faced. Her face squinched up as the slaps became sharper and her skin stung.
    “You can take it. You can, darling. How does it make your pussy feel?”
    Her eyes bugged.
    “Don’t like the word? Do you prefer twat? Snatch?”
    Guy’s eyebrows waggled, and she gave a sharp laugh that turned into a loud groan when Drago swatted her snatch .
    “No complaints?” Guy asked.
    She shook her head, stubbornness keeping her lips pressed together as Drago slapped her pussy until it was a wet mess. Her labia were swollen, aching. She tilted higher, shaking her head because any second now, she’d beg for him to fuck her.
    Suddenly, Drago stopped. She slumped against Guy, mewling as he nuzzled her cheek.
    Hands, Guy’s from the angle of the fingers, parted her buttocks.
    She was too tired to protest, even when a wet pad rubbed the sensitive little hole. She groaned and hid her face against Guy’s chest as Drago circled then slowly pushed a finger inside her ass. Her muscles cinched around him. He didn’t move, not to withdraw, not to push deeper, but that was because he was busy pushing his cock into her twat .
    She could think that word without blushing now because she was a slut. A slut whose body was so tight, so close to exploding, she knew only the slightest provocation would explode her into a million little pieces.
    Drago pushed in his cock, then slowly glided out, then pushed again, going deeper, but still moving too slowly to do it for her.
    “Faster,” she muttered through a clenched jaw.
    “What was that?”
    “Move faster.”
    Fingers pinched her nipples, and she lifted her head to scowl at Guy. “Who’s the virgin here? Shouldn’t you be worried about taking care of my needs?”
    His grin was wide, baring his perfect white teeth. “We are. Aren’t you hot? I can feel how