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I love giving head. The feel of a thick shaft in my hand. In my mouth. The taste of it. The smell. Of course, it depended on the man. And the cock. A great cock and a clean man increased the pleasure. No one wants to suck a tiny, dirty dick.

Kaspian's cock was neither tiny nor dirty. It was a magnificent specimen of manhood that bobbed before me, glossy from the worship I'd already lavished on it. Not too veiny or angled weird. Thick but not too thick. Long but not too long. Golden-brown to dusty rose at the tip. It filled my hand and mouth perfectly. A nest of white curls enhanced its color, bringing out the gold and rosy tones in his skin. And the scent. The fucking aroma that rose from it, just wafted from Kaspian's dick-pores, was so mouth-watering that I couldn't stop licking the thing.

“Great fuck,” Kaspian moaned as he tossed his head. His hair was a mess, stuck to his face in places, and his tan skin was flushed.

I smirked to myself. It was the most vulnerable I'd seen him. And that included being naked in a forest fire. Even then, his hair hadn't been mussed. This guy could stand with his family jewels on display before hundreds of people with no problem, but I had brought him to this writhing, unhinged, unkempt joy with my expertise and instincts. Yeah, that was another aspect about giving head that I loved.

Drawing a hand down the indent of Kaspian's hip, I went in for more. My lips stretched around him, my tongue dragging along the underside—

“Fuck!” Kas grabbed my face as his pelvis angled up, and filled my mouth with the most delicious cum I'd ever tasted.

I swear, Dragon cum was magical. Not only did it tingle and sink into the skin like an expensive lotion, but it also tasted like ambrosia. This is the stuff the Greeks were talking about. Food of the Gods. Oh, yeah, give me more, baby. I actually savored the taste before swallowing—something I've never done before. Let's face it. Swallowing is sexy, but no one likes the taste of cum. We only pretend to. A turn-on for our lovers.

I didn't have to pretend with Kaspian.

Moaning, I drank him down. But he kept going. My eyes widened, and I stared up his tensed stomach. Kas met my stare. Hands still on my face, he jerked out of my mouth and spewed his magical elixir on my lips. I closed my eyes and licked.

“That's it.” Kaspian let go of my face to grab his cock and angle it to cover my face. “Lick it. Coat your face in it.”

And I did. I rolled onto my back on the hardwood floor and rubbed the tingling liquid into my cheeks, forehead, and down my neck. Dick in hand, Kas stood up and straddled me. He'd already done this—covered me in cum. Back and front. I guess he wanted to make sure I was good and saturated. I didn't mind. His cum made me feel incredible. Maybe it had healing powers. That would explain why I felt revived after sex with him instead of exhausted.

I opened my eyes and enjoyed the view. Feet planted to either side of my hips, glistening streams still shooting from his cock in spurts, Kaspian's hips jerked forward with each release, and his muscular chest rippled. He brought it down my chest. To my belly. I bent my knees and let my legs fall to the sides so he could get my inner thighs. Kas grunted as if I'd done well. Then he covered my junk.

Tingling spread over my aching dick and down, into my balls. I grabbed myself and rubbed his cream in. In three seconds, I was joining Kas in an epic explosion, my body arching off the floor as I added my cum to his on my thigh. But while his stuff sank in, mine stuck to me in an annoying splash. When I came down from my orgasm, I grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and wiped myself off.

“Turn onto your hands and knees.” Kas was still coming.

“I can't.” I flopped flat, legs straightening. “I'm sorry, Kas. I think it's finally catching up to me. I can't move.”

“You'll be fine.” He got down on his knees again and rolled me over. “You'll see. You'll recover soon, Mate.”

In my sex-addled mind, I heard the word “mate” instead of Met. But that had to be a mistake. Or maybe it was Kaspian's new nickname for me—a version of Met. I didn't care. Because as he spread my legs and propped my hips up with a couch pillow, I realized he was right. I was getting my second wind. Or was it my third? Whatever wind was filling my sails, it pushed me to my hands and knees.

“Feeling stronger?” Kaspian kneaded my ass and adjusted his position.

“Yeah.” I looked over my shoulder at him. “I swear, your cum is like ambrosia.”

“Ambrosia?”

“It's a Greek myth. Food that tastes amazing and gives the Gods their strength and immortality.” I winked at him. “You make me feel immortal.”

Kaspian went still. “Met, there's something I have to tell you.”

“Yeah?” It sounded serious, so I pushed off my hands to straighten on my knees, then turned to face him. “What is it?”

Kaspian stared at me, his gaze coasting over my face before locking on my eyes. “You are—” He shuddered mid-sentence, body bowing in another release. Hot cum hit my hip as Kas grabbed my face and kissed me. Two seconds into the kiss, he was growling and grinding against me. Then he shoved me away, sending me back onto my hands and knees. “I need you!” Cum shot out of him and over my back.

Damn, but that made me feel invincible. “Then take what you need.” I braced myself against the floor.

Just in time too. Kaspian made a rumbling sound that my mind interpreted as joy and, with one hand pulling my ass cheek out and the other holding his cock, slid into me. As soon as he lodged himself, he began a rapid pounding.

He was fucking me as he was coming. Again. And it was just as incredible this time as it had been every time before. More so with the hardwood bracing me. The whole experience was mind-blowing—Kaspian pounding against me, his cum filling me, and then the tingling surge through my body that took me higher and higher. But I couldn't come again. Not so soon. Right?

“Kas!” I shouted and came across the floor, breaking yet another sexual belief I had assumed was a law of nature.