Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Cum On My Cock, Hit Different In The Draconic Register

Maddox touched her like she’d disappear if he didn’t commit every soft inch to memory until hunger overtook him completely. Then nothing existed except the urgent, desperate need to feel her.

His briefs were gone. Her lace was completely torn off, and he was pressed against her entrance before she could tell him that wasn’t necessary.

All of her thoughts scattered and she arched into him with her hands in his hair.

He began to push inside of her.

Immediately she tensed. It hurt worse than she remembered. Gods.

"Fuck, you’re tight." His forehead dropped to hers, trying to hold still and let her adjust. He wasn’t even all the way in.

Meanwhile, her heart was pounding. Even though they’d done this before, it felt like the first time again. Except this first time was different because his want was flowing through their matebond into her loud and clear.

Then he lost it and instinct took over before his brain could override. He started thrusting.

The stretch was overwhelming. Pleasure threaded through the ache of it, and Guinevere couldn’t tell which one to chase.

"Move your hips with mine, baby." He breathed it against her ear. "I’ve got you."

She realized she probably just gave herself away. Experienced sex-perts don’t freeze up at the start. Too late to put that back in the bag.

His body shook, and she could feel through their matebond the effort it was taking him to fight his instincts and go slow for her. Her hips started to move in rhythm with his.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His body eagerly answered hers. Overenthusiastically answered. Hers was going to move whether it wanted to on its own or not.

"Just like that," he breathed. He grabbed her leg, hoisting it high to gain a deeper angle.

She gasped at the sudden depth.

He kept going, pushing harder. Every time he bottomed out she saw stars.

"Your pussy is so fucking perfect."

His fingers dug into her hip, pinning her so she couldn’t squirm, couldn’t dodge what was building. He felt her heat rising through every point of contact, orgasm close.

"Maddox..."

"Cum on my cock, baby." He said it in the Draconic register, gold eyes burning down at her, and the command bypassed every defense she had.

The combination of his size stretching her, the relentless pressure building low in her core, and the sound of her own full name in that voice was too much. She broke apart beneath him with a sound she’d never made before, her spine leaving the bed, her hands fisting the sheets so hard her knuckles went white.

He thrust harder, faster, then followed her over the edge, pumping into her with a groan that came from somewhere so deep in his chest it felt like the dragon itself was finishing.

She felt his orgasm through their matebond, but to her surprise, he kept going. She was already climbing towards a second peak, the tension rebuilding in her thighs, in the grip of her hands on his arms, in the way her breath hitched right before it shattered.

She tightened around him again, spasming.

"Fuck, that’s what I wanted. Good girl." His hips kept moving, thrusting again, deeper, and her body answered him like it had been built for this exact rhythm and refused to let it end.

Maddox groaned, unable to stop. Over a week of king-level pent up sexual frustration was coming out in every one of his thrusts.

The urge to mark her was clawing at the inside of his skull, his dragon slamming against his ribs with bruising force, screaming one word on repeat.

But he wanted more. He pulled out, flipping them both so she was on top, then picked her up and lowered her onto his cock with agonizing control.

"Fuck that’s it, baby. Take all of me."

Mine, his dragon growled.

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