Treasure Lane Dragons: Complete Series (BBW Paranormal Dragon Shapeshifter Romance) by Anya Nowlan
Authors: Anya Nowlan
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surprised by how much it was turning her on that he was making her beg like that. Gemma had never been with a man who took charge like that, and she found herself gushing with excitement, ready to bend to his will – at least in sex. “Please fuck me, Devon. Please !”
Her hands went to his belt just as he growled his approval, slipping his fingers under the already wet fabric and ripping the panties off of her. Gemma yelped, but undid his pants swiftly, unzipping them and pushing them down as if her life depended on getting to what was underneath. By the way her body was throbbing with want, it may as well have been. She needed him, wanted him, desired him. And it had to be right now or she would just burn up in the heat of her lust. In time with Devon’s fingers spreading her moist folds, Gemma’s hand grasped his thick, long cock. Her fingertips didn’t even touch at the base, coming just short, and a different kind of tremble struck her.
What if it won’t fit? she thought in a fit of feverish worry, quickly wiped away when she felt just how wet she was from his touch.
A smile hung onto Devon’s lips as he hovered above her, letting her take in the sight of his muscled body and his huge cock as her hand worked up and down it, feeling the bumpy veins under her palm.
“You want me to fuck you, princess? You need me to fuck you?” he teased, though she caught the way his breath hitched just a little as he spoke the words and her fingers slipped over the velvety head.
Gemma nodded, her eyes pleading. The light glinted off of the bracelet she was wearing on her right wrist, and Gemma kept seeing him watch the bracelet on her as much as he was paying attention to what she was doing to him.
She loved the way he throbbed when she jerked him and even more the way that the drop of precum glistened on the head. Gemma spread it with her thumb, the feel of the wetness maddeningly enticing under her touch. There was no room for modesty between them, and for once in her life, Gemma didn’t wish to hide behind shyness or indecision. She knew what she needed, and she was going to get it.
“Yes, Devon! I need you to fuck me,” she said, her voice rising a pitch as his fingers forced into her wet tunnel, spreading her roughly as he pumped them in and out of her.
She squealed with delight, parting her knees wider so he could have better access. Everything he did made her ache for more, and when his thumb rubbed over her clit again, sparks flew. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, and her nails dug into his shoulders, tearing at the skin as he plowed into her with his fingers, driving her mad.
Gemma moaned, and as she bucked against him once more, the release took her. Like a fire consuming her, her world turned hot and bright. She arched her back in lustful want, and when she was just at her peak, screaming like there was no tomorrow, Devon pulled his fingers out and thrust into her.
He was far too big, but she was as wet as she could be, and the pain quickly vanished under the ecstasy of her orgasm. She barely registered as he whispered those hurried words in her ear, telling her that nothing would happen – he was a dragon, and dragons weren’t in the habit of getting women pregnant unless they really wanted to. All she really cared about was the pained tremor in his voice, desperately needing his own release. Gemma kissed his lips, drinking from them greedily as he worked himself into her, and when he sunk in completely, she knew that he was exactly where he needed to be.
He was perfect – from the way his body felt under her fingertips to how he filled her completely – and it was all exactly how it was supposed to be. She mewled as Devon started pumping into her, faster and faster with each stroke until, much to Gemma’s pleasure, all pretense of gentleness was lost. She didn’t hold back either. Her hands groped his body, those delicious, hard asscheeks and that powerful back that made her feel so
Her hands went to his belt just as he growled his approval, slipping his fingers under the already wet fabric and ripping the panties off of her. Gemma yelped, but undid his pants swiftly, unzipping them and pushing them down as if her life depended on getting to what was underneath. By the way her body was throbbing with want, it may as well have been. She needed him, wanted him, desired him. And it had to be right now or she would just burn up in the heat of her lust. In time with Devon’s fingers spreading her moist folds, Gemma’s hand grasped his thick, long cock. Her fingertips didn’t even touch at the base, coming just short, and a different kind of tremble struck her.
What if it won’t fit? she thought in a fit of feverish worry, quickly wiped away when she felt just how wet she was from his touch.
A smile hung onto Devon’s lips as he hovered above her, letting her take in the sight of his muscled body and his huge cock as her hand worked up and down it, feeling the bumpy veins under her palm.
“You want me to fuck you, princess? You need me to fuck you?” he teased, though she caught the way his breath hitched just a little as he spoke the words and her fingers slipped over the velvety head.
Gemma nodded, her eyes pleading. The light glinted off of the bracelet she was wearing on her right wrist, and Gemma kept seeing him watch the bracelet on her as much as he was paying attention to what she was doing to him.
She loved the way he throbbed when she jerked him and even more the way that the drop of precum glistened on the head. Gemma spread it with her thumb, the feel of the wetness maddeningly enticing under her touch. There was no room for modesty between them, and for once in her life, Gemma didn’t wish to hide behind shyness or indecision. She knew what she needed, and she was going to get it.
“Yes, Devon! I need you to fuck me,” she said, her voice rising a pitch as his fingers forced into her wet tunnel, spreading her roughly as he pumped them in and out of her.
She squealed with delight, parting her knees wider so he could have better access. Everything he did made her ache for more, and when his thumb rubbed over her clit again, sparks flew. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, and her nails dug into his shoulders, tearing at the skin as he plowed into her with his fingers, driving her mad.
Gemma moaned, and as she bucked against him once more, the release took her. Like a fire consuming her, her world turned hot and bright. She arched her back in lustful want, and when she was just at her peak, screaming like there was no tomorrow, Devon pulled his fingers out and thrust into her.
He was far too big, but she was as wet as she could be, and the pain quickly vanished under the ecstasy of her orgasm. She barely registered as he whispered those hurried words in her ear, telling her that nothing would happen – he was a dragon, and dragons weren’t in the habit of getting women pregnant unless they really wanted to. All she really cared about was the pained tremor in his voice, desperately needing his own release. Gemma kissed his lips, drinking from them greedily as he worked himself into her, and when he sunk in completely, she knew that he was exactly where he needed to be.
He was perfect – from the way his body felt under her fingertips to how he filled her completely – and it was all exactly how it was supposed to be. She mewled as Devon started pumping into her, faster and faster with each stroke until, much to Gemma’s pleasure, all pretense of gentleness was lost. She didn’t hold back either. Her hands groped his body, those delicious, hard asscheeks and that powerful back that made her feel so
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