Page 179 of Dragon 7

“Y-yes.” My thighs shook against his hand.

“Good.” He pulled his fingers out of me, raised them between us, and slid them into his own mouth. His eyes closed.

You nasty Little Dragon.

I licked my own lips.

A rough groan rolled up from his chest as he sucked those fingers clean.

Fuck.

When his eyes opened again, they were dark with lust. He moved faster than before. His muscular body loomed over me. Morning light poured through the tall windows and caught every ridge of his chest, the dark tattoos curling down his ribs, the white bandage still wrapped low across his side. Sweat had already gathered at his collarbone.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his black pajama pants and dragged them down.

“Yes.” I trembled. “That’s what I want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, baby.”

His cock sprang free—thick, veined, heavy, jutting hard against his stomach—and the gold piercing along the head shimmered in the sunlight.

My mouth watered, and my pussy got even more wet, dripping down my thighs and onto the sheets.

He fisted his cock at the base. “I wanted to fuck you last night, but you were exhausted.”

“You could have woke me up with that.”

“Could I?”

“Oh yes.”

“Careful, Tora. You’ll end up waking to my cock every fucking morning.”

“I double-dare you, Dragon.”

“Naughty Tiger.” Pre-cum beaded at the head. “I should stuff this in your mouth first.”

“But you want this pussy bad. I can feel it through our bond.”

“Spread your legs wider.”

I did, and cool air kissed how wet I was.

He leaned his head to the side. “The eligible men in Tokyo?”

“It was a joke.”

His nostrils flared. His jaw locked hard enough that a muscle jumped in his cheek. “Still. . .your pussy should understand that’s not funny.”

I pouted. “Be nice to my pussy.”

He leaned forward and dragged the head of his cock through my folds. Very fucking slow. That thick mushroomed tip slid across my clit, and I shook in pleasure.

“Oh fuck.” My hips lifted off the mattress. “Oh fuck, Kenji.”

“I don’t want to be nice to her.”