Opal
He manoeuvred me easily , flipping me on top of him. All it seemed without removing his tongue from my sensitive lower lips.
He was a master. A master of my body . He always had been. From the very first moment I had let him touch me all those years ago. I had thought it was because he was a dragon. That dragons were born knowing how to give pleasure but I had learnt differently. I had learnt that lesson the hard way.
With pain and blood.
But memories of my past had no place in my now. Focusing I let my hand curl around the shaft of his c**k. Fisting it as it bobbed against my chin.
My tongue snaked out, and I licked a long line up towards his leaking tip, following the veins. He throbbed , growing even bigger.
For a second his tongue left me. A husky groan tearing from his l
