Free Wicked Dark Dragon (Dragon Heat) by Lolita Lopez

inched closer and closer to the rigid shaft that she had been sneaking peeks at during their shower. His breath hitched when her fingertips sifted through the thatch of curls guarding his cock. She hadn’t ever been this close to a naked man but she wasn’t naïve or totally innocent. She didn’t know exactly what she was doing, but she was going to fake the hell out of some confidence.
    “Tell me it’s okay to touch you, Mad.” She was willing to do whatever was necessary to save him, but she wasn’t going to cross that line.
    He growled, the sound so low and rumbling it made her clitoris pulse. “Touch my cock, Ivy. Make me come.”
    His command made her throb in all the right places. Breasts aching and pussy clenching with desire, she clasped his erection and stroked from the wide base to the blunt tip. His searing flesh branded her skin, and his girth was so great her fingers didn’t even come close to touching. Could she even take him when the time came?
    “Tighter,” Mad urged and captured her mouth with a possessive kiss. “Both hands, Ivy.”
    She melted against his solid body and did as instructed. He thrust against her palms and grew more insistent with his kisses. His mint-flavored tongue traced the seam of her lips before flicking inside and touching her tongue.
    An arc of pure and unadulterated lust raced through her chest and settled in her belly. She noticed he smelled different again, now muskier and spicier. She rubbed the tip of her nose against his skin and inhaled his scent. Drugged by the aphrodisiac, Ivy grew hotter and more aroused. Her feminine center pulsed almost painfully and she squeezed her thighs together to lessen the ache. A slick wetness seeped from her core and stained her thighs.
    His seed. Take his seed.
    The need to taste him overwhelmed her. Though she had never performed oral sex, she knew the mechanics and basics of the act from reading racy novels and satisfying her curiosity with a glossy skin flick or two. Slowly, she knelt at Mad’s feet and gazed up at him with utter adoration. She licked her lips to wet them and then dotted quick kisses along his shaft.
    “Ivy, you really shouldn’t.” The warning edge to his voice did little to dissuade her. When she circled her tongue around the head of his cock, he groaned and fisted his hands at his sides. “My seed isn’t safe.”
    His words gave her pause. “You’re sick?”
    “It will change you.” His voice had dropped half an octave and grown rougher. “There’s no going back once we go down this road.”
    Taste him .
    “I’m not turning back now.” She wrapped her lips around the thick ruddy crown. The taste and feel of him in her mouth, the velvety heat over hard steel, was unlike anything she had expected. There was no way she could do any of those wickedly arousing tricks she had seen in the online clips she’d giggled over with her best friend Eris, but she had a feeling Mad didn’t really care. His cock was gliding in and out of the willing mouth of his woman.
    She experimented with different techniques, taking him with long, slow down strokes or bobbing fast and shallow and holding just the tip of him between her lips. Judging by the sounds he made, Mad enjoyed all of it. Some of her girlfriends had complained about giving head, likening it to a transaction that was simply part of maintaining a relationship, but she found it rather exhilarating. It made her feel powerful to see Mad quivering and trembling before her.
    Humming enthusiastically around his cock, Ivy sucked him harder and faster. She remembered all the pointers she had picked up from friends telling their naughty tales and used them to make Mad lose control. His hips pumped subtly and his fingers flexed at his sides. His staccato breaths deepened and grew forceful. “Ivy.”
    Emboldened by his groan, she added her hands to the mix. That was all it took to shove him over the edge. He pulled back but she followed his movement and captured his