Page 22 of The Dragon in the Corner Office (Monstrous New York #1)
Chapter 22
T he salty tang of his cum coats my tongue as I sit back on my bare feet. My tail pulls free from Cyrus and coils behind me on the cool ground, causing a shiver to rush up my spine. His big chest heaves up and down as he gasps for breath, and his fists flex in the dirt at his sides. But there’s a sly smile on his lips, dark lashes fluttering against his high cheekbones. “Damn, princess.” He raises his head and I’m met by glacial-blue eyes that seem to glow in the moonlight. They’re beautiful and hypnotic, just like him. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”
Licking my lips, I smirk. “Told you. Aren’t you glad you trusted me? ”
His smile widens to match my own, and he sits up, reaching for me. “Mmm, so glad.”
Pulling me into his lap, my tail has a mind of its own, curling around his back and holding him close.
Our noses brush, the ice in his eyes melting into a raging inferno of sapphire flames. “But it’s my turn now. You’re done running the show, princess.”
My brow furrows. He just came; surely he can’t be ready for round two already?
Glancing down, I raise an eyebrow. His dick lies flaccid atop his balls. I’ll admit, it’s still impressive in size even though it’s not hard. Tingles erupt between my thighs. “How do you expect to fuck me with a limp dick?”
A dark chuckle rings through the midnight air. “You’re going to sit on my face until I’m ready to fuck you.”
My mouth falls open before I can catch myself. I’m not easy to shock, but Cyrus Wilcox keeps finding new ways to throw me off my game. Why? How?
One finger tucks under my chin, effectively closing my mouth as his graveled voice coats my skin. “Now, turn around and get that perfect pussy and ass on my mouth. I’m starving, princess.”
An unexpected whimper crawls up my throat, and I shiver, body moving of its own free will.
Obeying his filthy command, I turn around when Cyrus lies back on the ground. As I back up and straddle his face, his big hands warm my already heated skin and my nipples stiffen to painful peaks. Moaning, I twist them between my claws, settling my dripping core right over his waiting mouth.
“That’s it, Antoinette.” He tugs me closer, to the point his breaths heat my pussy. “Show me you can be my good girl, just as much as I can be your good boy.”
I’m not usually a fan of cunnilingus, but Cyrus has shown in the past to know what he’s doing. The man is a vigorous eater and, last time, I came so fucking hard. I’m willing to let him try again.
“You weren’t lying, were you?” His finger runs through my pussy. “You really are dripping.”
Before I can respond, a wet heat prods at my opening. The first swipe of his tongue is my undoing. My body convulses and I lose all ability to speak or think; I’m simply a conduit for pleasure. All I can do is moan and rock my hips against his mouth.
Cyrus groans, his fingers digging into the extra fat on my hips and pulling me closer, like he can’t get enough. His tongue invades my cunt, the ribbed channel rippling to make way as he fucks me with his mouth.
My wings unfurl, rustling my hair where the sweaty strands stick to my shoulders and cheeks. “Cyrus, please,” I whine. Head tipping down, my gaze is transfixed on his jaw as it works to bring me to orgasm. I’m so close.
He stops .
Lifting me a mere centimeter from his lips, his voice is muffled. “Use your words, princess. Tell me what you need.”
Oh! The fucking nerve!
I scoff. Reaching back, I card my claws through his silken hair. Gripping tight, I pull until he grunts. “Listen here, Wilcox—”
A crack sounds through the silence. A moment later, a sharp sting on my ass resonates. I yelp, but it quickly turns into a moan.
“Did you just spank me?”
Another crack, another zip of pain in my ass cheek.
He growls, my fingers still buried in his hair, no doubt suffocating him against my cunt and ass. “Use.” Slap. “Your.” Slap. “Words.” Slap.
A gush of wetness leaks from my cunt, and I tip my head back with another moan. I get off on a little pain. He’s probably figured that out by now.
My body vibrates with the need to orgasm, so I give in to the asshole beneath me. “Please, Cyrus. Put that smart mouth to good use and make me come my damn brains out!” I scream into the midnight sky.
His answering dark chuckle only adds to the quivering in my body. “As you wish, princess.”
Then his tongue is back where it belongs—inside me, buried deep, and stroking that perfect spot .
My claw-tipped fingers find their way to my clit, and I rub like my life depends on it. Sparks of pleasure ripple under my skin, sending me racing toward my orgasm. “Right there, Cyrus.”
An open palm lands on the fleshy mound of my ass one last time, the sting radiating through my body and rocketing me to my peak.
I throw my head back, pleasure bowing my spine and the tips of my outstretched wings brushing the soil as shock waves overtake me. “Cyrus!” My shattered cry rips from my lungs, floating up to the full moon.
Finally spent, I tip forward, one hand wrapping around Cyrus’s throat. The thick muscles contract when he swallows down my sweet nectar, moaning like he can’t possibly get enough. “That’s it, my sweet prey. Such a good boy.”
He groans, and the vibrations on my oversensitive clit have me moaning. A little pain never hurt anyone.
My wings and tail retract now that the burning lust and urge to chase have drained from my body. Standing on shaky legs, I turn and extend a hand to Cyrus. “Come on, Wilcox. You’re filthy. Let’s go take a shower. And I believe you promised me round two.”
S team fogs the glass of the small shower stall as Cyrus pounds into me. His grip is bruising on my thighs, where he holds me against the smooth tiled wall. “Fuck, princess,” he moans against my neck. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how amazing your pussy feels. Not for as long as I live.”
My claws scrape against his back muscles, but I make sure not to break the skin. The lump in my throat grows, and I swallow, attempting to push it down, but it’s no use.
What we did earlier—him letting me chase him and have my way with him in the woods—I’ve never done that with anyone before. Never trusted anyone enough to show them my true desires.
Cyrus is different.
The connection between us is deeper.
And it scares me more than being forced to leave home at eighteen or being the only woman in a boardroom full of men.
He could hurt me.
He could shatter the organ in my chest that’s finally come back to life.
“Antoinette.” He moans my name like a prayer, and that’s when the first tear falls. I want him, but I’m afraid of what that means, so I focus on the here and now.
I focus on the rhythm of his hips. The stretch of his cock. The hot breath against my neck .
I focus on the pleasure he’s filling my body with. The inevitable orgasm I know he’ll give me.
We can figure out the messy feelings later.
Face buried against my flesh, his teeth sink into my neck, and I scream, my cunt tightening around his cock. My own teeth lengthen to sharp points, aching with the need to slice open his flesh and transfer my immortality to him.
But I can’t.
Not yet anyway.
We haven’t talked about the future.
Would he even want to live forever?
Does he want to be shackled to a selfish, closed-off workaholic like me for eternity?
A prick of pain when he releases my skin pulls me back to the present. His hips piston, cock hitting that spot deep inside, and pushing me toward orgasm.
His hand fists in the back of my hair, lips pressed against my skin as I find my release at the same time he does.
“Antoinette,” Cyrus groans. “Take all of me. It’s yours. I’m yours. I—” His words cut off on a pained moan, hips stuttering to a stop when my cunt locks around him as I come.
My heart beats wildly in my chest. The pleasure fades from my veins and a single tear rolls down my cheek. Wrapping my arms around Cyrus’s neck, I cling to him while the shower water beats down on us.
I love Cyrus Wilcox.
The sudden realization hits me like a ton of bricks. It’s heart stopping. Soul shattering. All-consuming.
And it scares the ever-loving shit out of me how much I want to keep him.