Fired by my Grumpy Dragon (Grumpy Monster Bosses #3)

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Kivrayn

I might have known that even finger fucking her tight little cunt to the edge of orgasm would not be enough to shut her up. There’s an unfamiliar satisfaction to the knowledge that this just might. That having worked for it, it’s going to be that much sweeter when I’ve won it.

My cocks ache with the need to be inside her. Her nearness. The sweet scent of her. Loren’s waiting mouth. I grip her chin and feed my bottom cock between her lips. She makes only a small sound and then her lips and tongue get to work while I move my hand to her hair and angle her to my liking.

My god, the look she gives me under long dark lashes. I’ve seen that look before over her desk or across the staff kitchen. A look of loathing. This time, though, with my cock in her mouth, it’s almost as if she’s angry with me for liking this. She’s not pulling away. Not even struggling.

That wouldn’t stop me. Not now. She’ll have to tap out before I’ll let her off the hook. She needs to be pushed. Challenged. Put in her place.

It’s her fault for getting me to this point. She’s going to feel the full power of what she’s done to me. Feel my anger at how she winds me up, taunts me until I can’t hold back.

Perhaps I’ll finally teach her a lesson she will learn .

“Take it all,” I growl.

She relaxes her throat.

I push deeper and she takes me. I slide further and further inside her mouth until I bottom out as far as I can go. Her hair is pulled tight around my fist. Her eyes water. A soft gagging noise from her makes my balls tighten.

I hold her there, waiting for her to crack. To put her hands on my thighs. To pull back against the grip I have on her hair.

She stays there, eyes streaming, throat spasming around my cock. Pleasure has smoke pouring from my nostrils.

Fuck!

I pull back. I break first.

This is not going the way I expected.

Loren gasps. Saliva hangs in ropes from the tip of my cock to her chin. But her mouth is open and waiting for me when I take my top cock and bring it to her lips. At least she’s not talking, though. “Oh, this is what it takes, huh?”

She says nothing and I grin.

I’m nearly undone by the sweetness of her hot mouth around my second cock as I thrust deep. I give her less time to adjust to this one. She takes it all on the second thrust. I groan. So fucking sweet. I rock my hips, using her mouth until I can’t take it any longer.

When I pull back this time, we’re both breathing hard. “So you can be a good girl. But I bet you’re not done giving me grief, are you?”

She wipes a trail of saliva from her chin with the palm of her hand. “I’m not done because you didn’t finish what you started.”

I can’t help laughing. She is unbelievably stubborn, this human. She liked swallowing my cocks, I can smell it, but the instinct to run her mouth is too strong. “Oh, you want me to finish you, hmm? To make you come?”

“Yes.” She stares up at me, defiant.

I bet she does. Her little pussy was all but fluttering around my fingers before. She was so ready to come, I’m surprised she didn’t tip over the edge even after I stopped. “Then face down on the mattress and let’s see if you can take it.”

I can see the cogs turning behind her eyes as she tries to work out if that means I’m going to let her come yet. It’s an effort to keep my expression neutral. Eventually she stands with a huff and pulls her dress down over her hips to drop on the floor at her feet. Beneath the dress she has on nothing but the tiny black thong. Her small breasts are two delectable mouthfuls. Her long brown nipples peaked and begging for a clamp or weights.

I stalk to the bed so I’m right behind her as she turns. I suck in a breath as she bends and presents her full, rounded ass for me. Between her thick thighs her glistening pussy is plump and slick and inviting. I run the back of one claw over her curves and growl.

My god, I might not like her attitude, but there’s no question her body is what I would have chosen for my fated mate. She is juicy in all the right places, yet strong and flexible. It’s written in the arch of her back, the swell of muscle in her calves.

I pace myself so I don’t simply grab her and force both dicks into her here and now. I can’t afford to make a mistake like that, and I won’t let her push me beyond my breaking point. She might be impulsive and headstrong, but that’s all the more reason one of us needs to keep their head. It is me who is in control here. And that’s how it’s going to stay.

Loren wiggles her ass and I very nearly snap and plunge inside her.

“Keep still if you know what’s good for you.” I rip my shirt over my head and toss it aside.

“Or what?”

I let the weight of my thick cocks rest against her backside. “Or you won’t get to feel me fill you up.”

She stills with a moan. “Fuck, yes. Please.”

I laugh. Not so hard to tame after all. “Then take your punishment like a good girl and maybe I will.”

“Punish—”

I cut off her question with a sharp palm on her buttocks. The slap echoes through the quiet room. “This punishment.” I spank her again. “The punishment you earned for every smart remark.”

Slap.

“Every sassy comment.”

Slap.

“Every infuriating time you ignored what I told you.”

Slap.

She moans. God, the sound travels through my soul.

“And most especially for touching what isn’t yours.”

When I stop, her ass is red. She hasn’t moved one inch. And her pussy is even more swollen and wet than it was when I started.

A bead of glowing liquid rolls from the tip of my top cock. They both jump with excitement. Her scent fills the air, heady and luscious, mixed with mine in a way that makes my fire flare. I’ll be damned if I don’t have her tonight.

I wasn’t going to. I was just going to teach her a lesson. But now she’s here, ass up on my bed, looking for all the world like I just gave her exactly what she’s always needed—

Fuck!

I can’t help myself.

I slide two fingers beneath her thong and between her legs and gasp at just how wet she is.

She moans when I add a third.

I’m on edge myself, my cocks harder than I’ve ever seen them and aching with need. Pumping my fingers into her tight little pussy does nothing to help. “Beg me, Loren. I want to hear you use that pretty mouth to please me.”

“No.” I can just about see the stubborn set of her chin and the fire in her eyes, even though her face is pressed to the mattress.

I growl. “Beg me.” At the same time, I hook my fingers down, finding the spongey spot inside her body that makes her legs tremble.

“No.”

Pulling aside the thong, I rest the tip of my thick, lower cock at her entrance. “You will beg me, Loren, if you want to come. Otherwise I’ll use your body and leave you trembling with the ache of it, covered in my spend and wishing you had begged.”

“Oh you’re such an asshole.”

Her body opens for me despite her filthy words .

“You’re such an asshole, what, Loren? You’d better start addressing me the right way or I might not even give you either of my nice thick cocks.”

“You’re such an asshole, Sir.” She spits the word, but it still sends a shiver through me.

My hips snap forward, burying one deep inside her cunt. “That’s right. And I’m going to keep using you like my fucktoy until you learn some manners.”

As I rock my hips, my top cock drags against the cleft of her buttocks. My lower cock glides in and out of her pussy, and together the sensation is so fucking close to perfect I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from letting out a loud moan.

She has no right to feel this good. This sweet. Not when her attitude is so sour.

All those tart words dry up once I find my rhythm, though. I pump my hips, gripping her ass, pulling her back against me in time with my thrusts. The only noises she makes now are pretty little moans. Soft little exclamations of pleasure as my cock rubs every sensitive place within her.

I force her chest down against the pliant mattress, kick her legs a little tighter together.

The increased pressure on my cock makes me stifle a roar. My vision blacks for a moment and all I see is the exquisite shape of her ass, the rounded curves as she arches her back and presents so beautifully for me.

Fucking hell.

I’m not going to last, but I’m not ready for this to end. There’s still a lesson she needs to learn .

I pull out and flip her, using the opportunity to remove her panties. Feeding them into her mouth, I stuff it full of black lace, finally ensuring her silence. Then I push her knees back to her ears and drive into her with a groan of satisfaction.

Again, it’s too good. This time I can’t stop. I can feel her getting closer to the edge, and this time I’m not holding back.

I want to watch her come around my cock. The new position means the drag of my upper cock now stimulates her swollen clit. Her eyes roll back in her head. Her small breasts bounce each time my body slaps against hers.

Her cries are muffled by the panties I stuffed in her mouth. When I reach down to grip her throat, her hand closes around my wrist and her blunt human nails dig into my flesh.

A wild grin splits my face. This little hellcat thinks she can draw blood from me?

Let her try.

I relish it. With a laugh, I press down against her windpipe until I know she will struggle to breathe. Her color deepens. Her cheeks, already stained with black mascara, flush to a deep, ruddy copper. She says something around the material in her mouth.

With a claw, I pluck the panties out and cast them aside.

But she doesn’t tell me to stop. Her little nails dig in harder. Rich brown eyes fix me with a fierce stare. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop. I’m going to—”

I stop.

She screams in protest. My cocks are throbbing their own protest, but I will be the master here. “Tell me what I need to hear, Loren.”

“Please, Sir.” She spits the words.

It will have to do. I can’t hold on much longer.

I renew my punishing rhythm, lifting her hips, changing the angle so her pelvis is lifted off the bed.

Her muscles all seem to tighten at once. Her mouth falls open and her words are cut off. Her head drops back against the bed.

I keep pumping my hips, working her through a silent orgasm that seems to ripple through her small body on and on until I think it will defeat me.

Loren clings tight to my forearms, blunt nails digging in as she rides the orgasm to its completion. Finally her grip relaxes. She lets out a long groan of pleasure. The muscles of her pussy loosen their hold on my lower cock and I grunt with relief. I slow my thrusts.

I guess I’ve found two things which shut up Loren Carandang. A shame those two things might just be the two most addictive things in my universe. If there’s a single thing I can think of that feels better than her mouth wrapped around my cock, it’s being buried deep inside her pussy while she shudders with pleasure around me.