"Squeeze it from my neck to my ass hole." He commanded, getting on all fours, presenting himself for me.

I held the can of whipped cream in my hand, shaking it as I looked at his sensual body. His tight hole relaxed and contracted under my gaze, coaxing me to fill it with the foamy cream.

I swallowed and my cock jerked.

Mercy.

"As you wish," I said in a low, hushed tone.

He folded his arms and placed his head on them, tilting his head so that he can look back at me as I dressed his body for my edible pleasure. His hazel eyes were misty with lust as our eyes connected and I angled the can at the nape of his neck.

"I want you to eat my ass out like a five-course meal. Tongue-fuck me real good, make me quiver all over and when you're done, I'll gobble your cock down like the hungry slut I am." His promises made my already straining cock harden all the more. I gritted my teeth, staving a groan.

"You're not a slut," I said, placing a hand on his ass.

"I'm your slut," He purred. "Now eat me up, bon appetit."

"Oh, mate." I squeezed his ass. "Your vulgar proclivities are rather arousing."

He hummed and wiggled his ass, a gesture that said to get it on. I obliged him and squeezed the whipped cream down his back, parting his ass with one hand as I twirled a dollop in the crease of his ass cheeks. He moaned and his muscles contracted beneath my touch.

"Mm, place the cherry on top." He instructed, his tone drenched with lust.

I reached over him and picked a cherry from the basket of fruits on the nightstand, placing it on top.

"Now eat me out, baby, nice and slow."

My hands slid under him, caressing his chest and fondling his nipples. Lowering myself, I parted his ass and swallowed a mouthful of whipped cream, taking in the cherry first and mushing it all over my cheeks and mouth. I kneaded his ass, planting my face in his glorifying hole, licking away the sweet substance.

I licked up his ass as I would a popsicle. He bucked back with a satisfied groan, and I kept licking and sucking, nibbling and inserting my tongue in his hole that clenched around my tongue splendidly.

My tongue captured every speck of the whipped cream, I made a sloppy mess of his ass as my saliva mixed with it. I gave him a teasing spank, gripping his ass with appreciation.

He quivered and gripped the sheets.

"Mine," I growled, lapping at his ass.

"Fuck," He whimpered, his eyes rolling back in delight. "Fuck, yes."

I reached for the can again and squeezed some more on his ass, repeating the action. By the time I was done, Asche was a quaking mess.

His ass dribbled the white fluid, clenching, and loosening. A web of saliva followed my lips as I withdrew, licking it away.

I was highly aroused by Asche's reactions to my lingual pleasures. My cock ached to pierce his heated flesh and sink deep into it.

I took brought him up against me and I kissed his throat and shoulder. He sighed and wrapped a hand around my neck, stroking himself.

His cock stood rosy and ready to burst.

I couldn't bear to wait, I needed him desperately.

"My love, let me have my fill of you, I cannot wait any longer," I whispered along his neck, kissing it.

His hand threaded through my hair and he stroked himself eagerly now. "Take me by the window, I want to see the city lights as you pound into me."

Without a word, I scooped him up and toted him over to the one-way glass that gave us a spectacular view of the city. Neon lights littered the landscape and vehicles zoomed past on the busy streets below. I gently placed him down and spun him to face the glass.

He placed his palms on it and offered he his ass, that that I leered at intently. He's all mine now. I can make love to him whenever I wanted to and that thought alone thrilled me to no end.

"Touch yourself while I make love to you," I gripped his hips and positioned my cock to his edifice. He took his cook in his fist happily, stroking it slowly.

"That's right, good boy." I praised, giving him a little spank. He gasped and I prodded his beautiful suction hole and eased my way in slowly with a hiss.

Asche always felt amazing whenever I took him. His breath frosted the glass as he panted, struggling to keep steady breaths.

I rocked my hips, going in another several inches and he whimpered.

"Hush," I kissed his hair. "I'm almost in. I won't hurt you. Just take deep breaths."

He bit his lips as I jerked my hips, sinking in, his inner walls pulling me in and captivating me. His insides were exquisite; warm and moist.

I finally sunk in deep, trembling as I tried to control the barbaric urge to thrust fiercely into his body. I held on to his hips, pulling out and thrusting back in. Asche threw his head back and moaned.

"So good!" He cried out. "So fucking good."

"I love splitting you open around my cock," I grunted, leaning over his body as I drove my thrusts in. I licked the shell of his ear, nibbling on it. "My beautiful mate. My, Asche. My love."

His skin flushed pink and his breath caught abruptly as I pounded into him repeatedly, snaking my hand over his chest and widening my stance as I penetrated him passionately.

A silent cry lodged in his throat that came out in a stuttering breath.

"I know you like me, Asche," I whispered against his flesh. "Surrender to me." I beckoned, pinching a nipple.

"I--" He moaned throatily. "I--OH GOD!" He cried and I cradled his head to face me, latching on to his lips, devouring his cries. I dipped my hips low and struck a tender spot inside him. He trembled, releasing an alluring moan.

"You what, my darling mate?" I smiled after releasing his lips.

His eyelids fluttered shut as his eyes rolled back and his lips curled up erotically. "You're so sensual," I said against his lips, kissing those sexy lips of his.

"I want to thrust into you forever and get lost in your body and never find my way out." A deep thrust came afterwards, tearing a cry from his swollen lips.

"Drakos!" He wailed, bucking back and pumping his cock with glee.

"Yes, cry for me as I possess your body and bring you to mindless eruption. Cry for the man that fucks you like no other, that can make love to you on every occasion. Cry for me, my love, let me hear your beautiful sex cries."

His ass throttled my cock and suddenly began twitching. I flung my head back as my climax gripped me and flung me over the edge. An animalistic snarl tore from my throat as I became undone. My muscles tensed and veins protruded beneath my skin as I coated his ass with my love serum.

He cried brokenly as his cock splattered thick droplets of semen on the glass, painting the scenery lasciviously.

I fought the urge to bite into his flesh. I wanted to mark him so badly. He meant to much to me. As I filled his body with the essence of my love, I found myself drifting into a state of elation.

Everything will fall into place, in due time.

Asche spasmed as he came down from the intensity of his orgasm. I caught him in my arms as his legs gave out, my cock slipping from his ass, semi-erect.

I whirled him around and slid my hands in the crook of his knees, lifting up him, pushing him along the glass and entering him.

"Oh, fuck!" He wailed, tossing his head from side to side, holding on to me for dear life as I rotated my thrusts and sucked on his nipple.

"You thought I was finished?" I panted. "We've got all night and I'm going to drown your ass with my semen.

He clawed at my skin, his legs locking around my waist.

"I will fuck you until your body screams in remembrance of my touch. Whether it be fast or slow, your ass will know who owns it. Understand?" I dug deep into his ass, eliciting a long mewling sound from his lips.

"Yes!" He tossed his head, biting his lips as tears ran down his cheeks. "Just fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me!" The last phrase came out with a sob.

Sweat coated my skin as our bodies net with a steady rhythm. I fucked him needily against the glass, growling, and hissing as the pleasure was so intense, I felt delirious. Asche held on to me, crying out my name repeatedly, grabbing my flesh to the point that he drew blood. I didn't care, the pleasure overcame the pain.

It felt like I fucked him forever. The slapping of flesh and indecent moans filled the room. My mate's body clenched hotly around my shaft, tugging for another release. Our lips crashed together and we tongue-fucked each other lovingly.

"I want more babies," My breath intermingled with his as I stared into his lust-filled eyes.

He looked intoxicated with ecstasy his body jerking as I rocked my hips into him. He shut his eyes and his brows drew together as a cry soared from his lips when I hit his prostate. "Yes, I want your child. Fill me up with your dragon jizz. Make me cum!"

"I shall." I hissed, pounding into his flesh with parted lips.

My thrusts quickened and my movements became sloppy. The thrusts were a half a second apart and I speared through him, roaring out my release.

"I love this, I love you!" He screamed, tensing beneath me, his cock erupting between our bodies, soaking our skin.

Soon after he screamed out those words and my heart lodged in my chest, he fainted, overcome by his orgasm.

My heart raced in the throes of passion and I took him in my arms and moved him to the bed, settling him on it. I rocked my hips slowly, my cock still firing its seed as I held myself up on my arms.

I gazed at my mate.

He said he loved me. Did he mean it? Was that his clouded mind speaking in the heat of the moment?

I closed my eyes as I basked in the memory of my mate crying out his emotions just as he came from my cock piercing his flesh.

He must mean it.

For my heart couldn't take the rejection of him denying it.

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