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

THIRTY ONE

Loren

By the time he lowers me onto the bed, I’m clawing at his back and shoulders. It makes no difference. His scales are tough. He doesn’t even grunt.

Instead, he takes both my hands in one of his and lifts them above my head. “Needy girl.”

I nod. “Fuck me.”

He shakes his head. “Soon enough.”

I growl. “Now.”

“I thought you had learned your lesson.” He nips at my ear, playful and teasing and the opposite of the rough, hard fucking I’m after.

“Please, Sir. Fuck me. See? I can be good. Come on, we both need this.”

“We do. But you need to shut your mind off first.”

I’m about to laugh. That never happens.

Then his claws drift down the center of my body all the way down to graze my mound.

Fuck!

I arch my back, desperate for him to go lower. Even if he’s only teasing me, I’d still give anything for his fingers sliding through my tender folds.

Instead, Kivrayn’s hand leaves my mound, suddenly grasping my breast .

I gasp at how hard he squeezes me. I’m fighting with him where he still holds my wrists, but he doesn’t let go. “Shh, Loren. Relax. I’m in charge here.”

“Yes, yes. You’re in charge. Please fuck me.” How did I go from zero to a hundred so quickly? It’s like I haven’t had multiple mind-blowing orgasms in the last forty-eight hours. With him I seem to be on fire in an instant, as if he’s breathed it into me.

That’s just what he does a moment later. It’s slow and teasing, but my heart beats faster, because I know what that means. He’s getting me ready for his cocks.

When he pulls back, I chase his lips, wanting more.

He makes a chiding noise. “That won’t do. Do you need to come?”

“Yes.” God, that’s exactly what I need.

He yanks my panties off, and the rip of fabric only excites me. I spread my legs wider.

A rough hand forces my knees even further apart. He slides his palm up my thigh.

I’m breathless when Kivrayn finally runs the lightest fingertip right over my clit. I buck at the sensation, but he doesn’t let up. He presses against me firmly, until the point of pain, until I want to tell him to stop, but I don’t. I want this too much.

Finally he slides his thumb away from my sensitive clit, down to slick at the moisture pooling at my entrance. He rubs it in circles around my swollen pussy until it starts to feel good. Until pleasure builds.

Then he stops.

I stare at him .

He’s watching me. Doing this deliberately. “You need to let go, little brat.”

I groan. He’s going to keep this up all night.

Efforts to make him touch me again are useless, so I subside, watching him. His look is intense. His brows knitted together, tiny puffs of steam billowing from his nose. But his expression looks lighter than I remember seeing, less tense. “Very good.”

I’m about to ask him if he expects me to lie here like a starfish while he tortures me, but he begins again. My words are cut off in a long moan when he slides a finger inside me and hooks it expertly to rub lightly at my G-spot.

After a few more moments, he stops again.

I whimper.

This is what he wants. He wants me to be still. Not to complain.

I can do that. For however long it takes him to play this game, I can do that. If I get what I want in the end.

Next time he begins again more quickly. I don’t try to speak. I don’t complain. I keep my mouth shut and watch as his expression turns hungrier. He works my pussy in fast strokes of his hand. Slick noises join the ragged sound of my breathing in the air.

I’m so close. Everything is tight and achy.

I need release.

Kivrayn stops.

This time I was expecting it. I let out barely a sound.

He smiles. “What a fast learner you are. You see? But you still haven’t let go.”

I open my mouth to argue and then snap it shut again .

He laughs softly.

In an instant, he releases me, flipping me onto my tummy. When I try to rise onto my knees, he pushes my ass back to the bed and my knees open.

I almost cry out in relief when I feel the nudge of a cock head at my pussy. Somehow I hold back the sound.

Kivrayn enters me moments later. With my body in this position, he feels impossibly big and I wince at the stretch of it. A few small thrusts though, and his cock is slick with my juices. Soon I’ve adjusted to accommodate him. He must sense it. He yanks my knees closer together and almost knocks the breath from my lungs with the acute pleasure of his invasion. His second cock rubs over my ass in the most erotic way.

I start to imagine him slipping it inside me there. The slight pain, the stretch, the incredible full feeling of being double stuffed.

His hands press my hips into the bed, and he fucks me in short, measured strokes. It doesn’t matter. I’m growing closer, worked up by the tease of his fingers earlier.

I grab fistfuls of the bedding. I lift my hips as best I can.

He slows.

I stuff the pillow into my mouth and moan around the mouthful. What now?

“You still haven’t let go.”

I don’t dare ask what he means now. I thought he meant let go of control, but haven’t I? I’m doing what I’m told. I’m not even complaining!

He withdraws and turns me again. This time he has me on my side, one leg lifted high so he can enter me slowly. “Let go, Loren. This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what I decide.”

The feel of his cock hitting me in just the right place makes my eyes flutter closed for a moment. When I open them again, Kivrayn is watching me with such intensity my pussy clamps around him and I moan. He fucks me in a steady rhythm and I feel it building again. “Yes.”

A muscle stands out in his neck. The only sign that this is costing him any effort at all. “No, Loren. This isn’t about coming.”

“Then what—?”

He thrusts faster, cutting off my question. A finger slides over my clit, and I tremble. Soon he moves his finger to my pussy, to the place we’re joined. Using it to stretch me wider, he keeps fucking me.

When I’ve accepted a finger and his cock, he adds another. I have a moment where I wonder if I can stretch that far.

I’m not surprised when he pulls back enough to add the second cock. Desperate to please him, I relax as much as I can. In shallow thrusts, he works himself into me.

Then he pauses.

Leaning down, he presses his forehead against mine for a long moment. He whispers something in a language I don’t recognize. “You take both my cocks so beautifully,” he says eventually.

I’m longing for him to move, not sure if I can take them both, desperate to find out.

When he does, my eyes roll back in my head, and I can’t hold back my moans any longer .

Instead of telling me off, he strokes my hair back from my face tenderly. “That’s it, let go. Be a good girl.”

I could weep. Finally, he’s going to let me come. He was just building me up to take both his cocks at once.

Pleasure mounts as he thrusts into me again and again. He’s hitting a place inside me which feels perfectly made for the shape of him. For both of his cocks.

I’m so full. I’ve never felt full before now. Lord knows I won’t ever again when this is done.

I don’t care.

I’ve never felt a more perfect pleasure.

My orgasm is on the horizon. Welling in my lower belly, curling the tips of my toes.

He stops again.

I can’t help the low whine I make in the back of my throat. “So close.”

“I know, gorgeous. So am I, but tonight is not about coming.”

Instinctively, I reach for my clit. I need the stimulation.

He grabs my wrist. “Not tonight.”

His words sink in, finally.

I stare at him. But he’s serious. His flashing orange eyes demand to know if I’ll obey.

His cocks throb inside me, but he hasn’t come either.

Releasing a shuddering breath, I nod. “Not tonight.”

Never have I ever withheld an orgasm from myself like this. Never have I ever fucked anyone who did it to me either. I can’t think of another person I’d allow to do it.

Kivrayn holds my gaze for another long moment. Slowly, he releases my hand .

I make no move to touch myself.

He withdraws from my pussy, leaving me empty. Tension falls out of my body, draining away in shivers until I’m shaking all over.

He gathers me into his arms and turns me to curl himself around me. He rubs long, languid strokes down my side and over my hair. “Shhh.”

When the shaking ends, I’m barely able to keep my eyes open.

“That’s it. Relax.” Kivrayn pulls the blanket up over us with a flick of his tail.

I smile. “What have you done to me?”

He presses a kiss to the top of my head as I close my eyes. “Thank you, little one. This is the most precious gift.”