Chapter 1: A Lovers confession
The room was warm from the basin steam and the late-night heat trapped behind shuttered windows, and Jessica stood near the washstand with her bare skin still glimmering faintly from the water while her red lipstick remained untouched, bright and defiant against the sharpened line of her mouth. Drakon had his duster thrown over the chair, leaving him in those dark jeans with extra buckled pockets and reinforced knees, combat boots laced hard to the calf, and a black compression shirt stretched so tightly over his scarred chest and shoulders it looked painted on. The revolver rode his right hip like it belonged there more naturally than any gentleman’s hand ever belonged to a cane, and the crossed ammo belts only made him look meaner, broader, more like some bastard dragged out of an uglier century and dropped into hers by mistake. He had one hand braced on the table and the other flexing open and shut at his side while he glared at her and said, “You do not get to ride off half-cocked into trouble and tell me after, Jessica. That ain’t independence, that’s you acting like your life’s something cheap enough to gamble when the mood takes you.”
Jessica turned from the mirror slowly, not startled by his temper in the slightest, only pissed off enough to meet it clean. “And you do not get to talk to me like I’m some witless girl who wandered out of a parlor and into a gunfight,” she snapped, the last word cutting through the room like glass. Her chin lifted, proud and dangerous, and the lamp caught in her blue eyes while she stepped toward him without bothering to cover herself, as if modesty had no place in a fight like this. “I knew the risk. I made the choice. You barking at me after the fact like some jealous brute with a badge and a claim does not change that.” Drakon straightened at that, jaw going hard, and he laughed once without humor before firing back, “Jealous brute? Christ, woman, I’m trying to keep your stubborn ass alive, not lock you in a damn cupboard. You think I’m overprotective because nobody else in your life ever gave enough of a shit to say no to you plain.”
That landed, and for half a breath the room went very still except for the creak of leather as Drakon shifted his weight and the soft hiss of Jessica’s breathing. Then she came at him with teeth bared, voice lower and crueler, because she knew where to cut and was angry enough to use it. “Do not you dare stand there acting like you own fear on my behalf,” she said, jabbing a finger into the center of his chest where the compression shirt clung to scar and muscle. “You disappear into danger every other damned day, come back half-bled and grim as death, and expect me to smile sweetly and trust that your reasons are nobler than mine.” Drakon looked down at the finger against him, then back at her face, and whatever he had been holding in finally snapped hard enough to show. “You wanna know the fucking difference?” he growled. “When I do something reckless, I know exactly what it’ll cost me. When you do it, it costs me too, and that’s the goddamn problem.”
Jessica froze like he had struck her, not because the words were harsh but because they were honest in a way neither of them had said out loud yet. Her hand stayed on his chest, no longer accusing, just there, feeling the hard beat under skin and cloth while his own anger twisted into something rougher, more exposed, and harder to hide. “You infuriating bastard,” she whispered, but the fury had thinned into something unsteady and hot around the edges. Drakon took one step closer, enough that the buckle on his belt nearly touched her thigh, and his voice dropped into a raw, gravel-deep line that sounded dragged up from somewhere he did not show people. “Yeah,” he said. “I am. And you are a pain-in-the-ass, highborn, suicidal menace who keeps making me care what happens to her.” Jessica’s lips parted, red and sharp and trembling only slightly, and she answered, “Then perhaps you should have had the decency not to.”
He stared at her after that, and she stared right back, both of them angry enough to shake and too far gone to pretend the fight was only a fight anymore. The heat between them stopped being temper and started being the other thing, the thing that had been building in glances, in arguments, in every moment they stood too close and spoke too sharply and never once walked away clean. Drakon lifted one hand, slow enough to give her the chance to stop him, and closed it around her jaw with rough care, thumb smearing just slightly against the edge of that red lipstick. “Too late,” he said, almost like a warning, and Jessica answered by catching a fistful of his shirt in her hand and yanking him down to her. The kiss hit like a fistfight, hard mouths and anger and relief all tangled into one rough, breathless crash, and when they broke for air her lipstick was not smeared across both their mouths while neither of them looked the least bit sorry.
Jessica did not loosen her grip on him for so much as a breath. One hand stayed knotted in his hair, yanking hard enough to make his scalp sting, while the other dragged over the scarred slab of his chest like she wanted to leave marks of her own on every inch of him. She glared down at him, naked, furious, and shaking with want so obvious now it made her angrier, because there was no dignity left in pretending she had not been starving for him. “You piss me off more than any man I’ve ever met,” she snapped, lipstick still perfectly intact on her mouth, voice wrecked and hot, “because every time I got close to telling you I wanted you, you looked at me like I was something holy and then fucked off to bleed somewhere before I could decide whether to kiss you stupid or climb you like a goddamn sin.” Drakon’s hands dug into her thighs where they locked around his waist, rough fingers spreading possessively as his breath hitched despite the ugly little laugh he forced out. “You think that was me being noble?” he growled, his mouth twisting. “That was me trying not to lose my fucking mind every time you walked past me looking like silk, venom, and every filthy thought I had no business having.”
She grabbed his face and dragged him back to her mouth, kissing him hard enough to swallow the next curse before it could get loose. When she broke away, her lips were wet, her breath ragged, and she stayed close enough that every word brushed against him like another dirty promise. “You stupid bastard,” she muttered, voice low and rough with anger and need, “I thought if I told you too soon, you’d think I was using you to crawl out of a grave that still had dirt under my nails.” Drakon went still beneath her, not calm but hit somewhere deep, his hands tightening like he was afraid she might vanish if he eased up even a little. “And I thought if I told you,” he said, each word scraped raw, “you’d look at me like I was some broken old killer too hungry, too fucked up, too damn dirty to want you without ruining you.” Jessica’s eyes flashed, and she shoved both palms against his chest, bare double d breasts pressing against him as she leaned in with a furious little smile. “Then we’ve both been acting like complete fucking idiots.”
He set her down only long enough for her to strip the rest of his clothes off him herself, because she was done with patience, done with mercy, and done with watching him hide behind restraint like it made him less dangerous. His jeans hit the floor in a rough heap, his boots got kicked aside, and she did not even try to be polite about looking at him. Her gaze moved over every scar, every hard line, every place his body gave away the violence he had survived and the hunger he had been strangling down, and the shameless heat in her face made his jaw clench. “There you are,” she muttered, sliding both hands over him with possessive, greedy slowness, “that’s the filthy, gorgeous bastard who’s been ruining my sleep and making me hate every empty inch of my bed.” Drakon caught her wrist and kissed the inside of it, his mouth hot against her pulse, tender in a way that somehow made it dirtier. “You keep talking like that, sweetheart,” he rasped, “and I’m going to tell you exactly what I imagined doing to you every time you walked away from me with that smart mouth and that wicked little sway in your hips.”
Jessica stepped into him again, naked from throat to toe, and there was not one damn thing left for either of them to hide behind. “Then stop imagining and start confessing,” she said, her smile sharp and indecent as she pressed against him. She kissed him like she was picking a fight with his mouth, open and greedy and mean in the best way, and Drakon answered like a man who had finally given up pretending he knew how to be civilized around her. One hand fisted in her hair while the other gripped her ass, hauling her hard against him as a rough sound broke out of his chest. When they came apart, they were both swearing under their breath, foreheads pressed together, bodies trembling with the pressure of too many months spent wanting and denying and lying badly about both. “I wanted you from the start,” he said, voice low and wrecked, “wanted your mouth, your body, your sharp little temper, that vicious tongue, every damn inch of you. I kept telling myself you deserved better than some scarred son of a bitch who drags blood and trouble through every door he kicks open.”
Jessica laughed, breathless and furious and glowing with triumph, then caught his lower lip between her teeth just hard enough to make him curse. “That’s convenient,” she murmured against his mouth, fingers dragging down his chest with no gentleness at all, “because I never asked for better. I asked for you, you foul-mouthed asshole, and I’m done waiting for you to grow a brain about it.” Whatever ragged scrap of self-control he had left went straight to hell, and he hauled her up in one hard motion until her legs locked around his waist and her arms wrapped tight around his neck. She clung to him naked and hot and smiling like she knew exactly what she was doing to him, while he held her with both hands, rough and reverent and shaking with the effort not to come apart right there. “Mine, then,” he growled, the word raw and savage, his mouth brushing hers as if he could not decide whether to kiss her or bite. Jessica kissed him again, deep and dirty and full of every filthy, desperate thing they had both been too scared to say, and against his mouth she whispered, “Damn right. Now prove it before I decide you were only bluffing.”
Drakon growled low in his throat, as he slightly moved his hips making her moan loudly as she feels something hard as still rub her pussy and settle resting between her legs and ass cheeks. She gasps at the feeling before looking at his face and biting her lip before asking “What? The fuck is that?” Jessica gasped, her voice raw and high-pitched as she squirmed against Drakon’s massive frame, the thick, heavy ridge of his cock pressing insistently between her thighs, the swollen head nudging against the slick, untouched heat of her cunt. Her blue eyes blazed with a mix of shock and need, her red lips parted in surprise as she felt the sheer size of him, the scorching heat, the way he pulsed against her with a promise of destruction and salvation all at once.
Drakon raised an eyebrows before saying, “My cock what else would it be for I’m a male?” Jessica gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and defiance as she squirmed against him, the thick, swollen length of him pressing insistently between her thighs. “You arrogant bastard,” she hissed, her nails digging into the hard planes of his shoulders, “you know damn well what I meant. For I been with a man before and his was above average not what ever that monster is between your legs!” Jessica hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and defiance as she squirmed against him, the thick, swollen length of him pressing insistently between her thighs and her pussy is rubbing against it. “What in the name of god is it because their is no way it normal not even from the hell you come from so tell me how big Drakon.” Jessica hissed out between her moans as her thighs trembled more from need than any fear, her pussy lips already swollen and aching from the friction of his massive cock sliding against her slick folds, the heat of him branding her even through the thick denim and cotton layers that had been between them moments before.
Drakon smirked, a dark knowing curl to his lips as he shifted her weight slightly so the tip of his cock could press more deliberately against her entrance for just a moment, making her gasp before he pulled back just enough to tease. “God’s got nothing to do with it, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice thick with dark amusement and something far more primal.
“This here isn’t nature’s design—you know my past and all the fuck up shit I went through are you surprised my cock is massive and I promise you this at 13 inches long and 7 inches thick my cock is a bitch breaker and the best thing yet I can’t get a woman pregnant unless I take a special pill so I can fill your womb up without issues over and over again.” Drakon’s voice was rough, almost reverent as he spoke about his cock, his eyes never leaving Jessica’s face, watching her reaction with a hunger that made her shiver.
Jessica’s eyes widened, her breath hitching in her chest as she processed his words, her pussy clenching around nothing, already aching for the monster he described. She bit her lip, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and excitement as she realized what she had between her legs . “You’re fucking kidding me,” she breathed, her voice barely audible, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if she needed to anchor herself to reality. “You’re serious? That’s not possible, not even in the Wasteland.”
Drakon smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction. “I’m never kidding about my cock, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, his hand sliding down to grip her ass possessively.
“And if you don’t believe me, you can test it yourself.” His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her closer, the thick, heavy length of his cock pressing insistently against her entrance, the tip already slick with pre-cum. “You’re gonna feel every fucking inch of me, Jessica,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a dark promise. “And you’re gonna love it.”
Jessica’s breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide and unblinking, her red lips parted in shock.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin, as she tried to process the sheer magnitude of what he was saying. "You're serious," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You're not just saying that to make me wetter for if that the case I’m going leave you pent up but if your serious I want to feel it across my face first." Jessica’s fingers trailed down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and she pressed her palm against the thick, heavy length as it rest between her thighs Her eyes widened again as she realized just how much he was swelling in her hand, the veins pulsing beneath his skin like a second heartbeat. "This isn't just some boast, is it?" she asked, her voice barely audible, her fingers curling around him with a mix of awe and curiosity.
Drakon chuckled darkly, his breath warm against her ear as he shifted her slightly, allowing her to feel the full weight of his cock pressing against her as he lightly rocks back and forth dragging it over her pussy with each rocking motion . "You want a taste, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice a low, dirty rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You want to see if it's as big as I say it is?"
Jessica nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to see it, to feel it, to taste it."
Drakon growled, a low, satisfied sound that made her pussy clench with need.
His hand slid down her back, fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he pulled her closer, the thick, heavy length of his cock pressing insistently against her pussy. "You sure you want to do this, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Because once you start, you won't be able to stop."
Jessica smirks devilishly , her eyes gleaming with a challenge. "Is that a threat or a promise, Drakon?"
He grins back, a wicked glint in his onyx eyes. "Both, sweetheart. Both."
With a swift motion, he lifts her off him and sets her down on the bed, her legs still trembling from the feel of him. He steps back, his gaze never leaving hers as he grips his cock with one hand , the thick veins pulsing visibly as he strokes it slowly.
Jessica watches, her breath hitching, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. The sight of him—his sun kiss , muscular body, the way his skin glistens with sweat, the sheer size of him—is almost too much. She swallows hard, her throat dry her double d tits bouncing slightly with her uneven breathing as she watches him stroke himself with slow, deliberate strokes.
"You’re staring, sweetheart," Drakon rumbles, his voice low and thick with lust. "You want to see what you’re gonna take?"
Jessica nods, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her, her thighs trembling. "Yes," she breathes, her voice barely audible. "I want to see it all."
Drakon chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. He grips his cock harder, his other hand sliding down to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. "You sure you’re ready for this?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"You sure you can handle it?"
Jessica's eyes flash with defiance, and she sits up, her back straight, her breasts heaving with each breath. "I'm not some delicate little flower, Drakon," she snaps. "I've taken plenty of cocks before, and I've never had a man complain."
Drakon's eyes darken at her words, and he takes a step closer, his hand still stroking his massive cock. "Is that so?" he growls. "For I have plenty of women in my life and every single one of them I ruined normal men for because my cock makes all others two small nor can other men go for as long as me . So if you think you can handle me, then you better be ready to take all of me and not just a little bit." Drakon's voice is a low, dangerous rumble, his eyes locked onto Jessica's, challenging her to back down.
Jessica's breath hitches, her heart pounding in her chest as she holds his gaze. She can feel the heat between her legs, the ache that's been building since he first pressed against her. She knows she should be afraid, should be questioning her own sanity for wanting this, but all she can think about is the way he feels, the way he tastes, the way he makes her feel alive.
She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving his as she reaches out, her hand wrapping around his thick, pulsing cock. She can feel the heat of him, the weight of him, the way he throbs in her hand like a heartbeat. She strokes him slowly, her fingers barely able to wrap around him, her thumb brushing over the head, feeling the slick pre-cum that's already leaking out.
Drakon's breath hitches, his eyes closing for a moment as he enjoys the feel of her hand on him. When he opens them again, they're dark and intense, locked onto hers. "You like that, sweetheart?" Drakon’s voice is a low, guttural growl, his fingers tightening around her wrist just enough to make her gasp. His other hand grips his cock, stroking it in slow, deliberate circles, the veins on his shaft pulsing with every beat of his heart. "You like feeling how big I am, how thick I am, how fucking *perfect* I am?"
Jessica’s breath comes in sharp, uneven gasps as she watches him, her fingers still wrapped around his length, her thumb smearing the thick, salty pre-cum across the swollen head.
She can feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles ripple beneath her touch, the way his cock pulses in her hand like it’s alive. Her pulse races, her pussy clenching with every stroke, the ache between her thighs growing more insistent with each passing second.
She looks up at him, her blue eyes dark with desire, her lips parted as she swallows hard. "I don't know if I can," she admits, her voice trembling. "It's too big, Drakon. I don't know if I can take it all. But then again I never back down from a challenge so get closer so I can show you I mean business ." Jessica's voice is steady, her gaze unwavering as she looks up at Drakon, her hand still stroking his massive cock with slow, deliberate movements. She can feel the heat of him, the way he throbs in her hand, the way his breath hitches with every touch.
Drakon's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and admiration, and he takes a step closer, his hand still gripping his cock, his other hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "You're something else, you know that?" he growls, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip as he lightly slaps his cock on her face. Jessica uses her hands to fully grab his cock and she starts to stroke it, her eyes locked onto his, her tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum that's leaking out. "Fuck, you taste good," she moans, her voice thick with desire as she takes the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate him. Drakon's fingers tangle in her hair, his grip tight as he guides her, his hips rocking forward in slow, steady thrusts. "That's it, sweetheart," he groans, his voice low and rough, "Take it all.
Suck my cock like you mean it." Jessica's lips stretch around the thick, swollen head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside as she takes him deeper, her throat muscles working to accommodate the massive length. The sound of his breath hitching, the way his fingers tighten in her hair, the way his hips thrust forward in slow, deliberate motions—it all drives her wild. She moans around him, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine, and he can't help but groan louder, his cock pulsing in her mouth as she slowly took inch after inch of him.
"Fuck, Jessica," he growls, his voice ragged, "You're gonna make me come if you keep doing that."
She pulls back, her lips glistening, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and hunger. "That's the point, isn't it?" she says, her voice low and sultry. "I want to taste you, Drakon. I want to know what you taste like when you come."
He groans, his head falling back as she takes him deep again, her tongue swirling around him, her hand working the length she can't fit in her mouth with it getting smaller with each passing of her mouth as her lipstick starts to smear over his cock in a red circle of streaks as she takes him deeper into her mouth and throat. Drakon groans as his hand grips her hair in a tight fist as he lets her set her own pace , his hips thrusting forward in slow, steady movements, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the sound of wet, sloppy kisses filling the room.
"Fuck, Jessica," he growls, his voice ragged, "You're so fucking good at this. You're gonna make me come if you keep doing that."
He chuckles darkly, his eyes locked onto hers. As he notices how close she is taking his entire cock into her mouth and throat he starts to thrust faster and harder, his grip on her hair tightening. "You want me to come, sweetheart?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You want to taste me, to swallow every fucking drop?"
Jessica moans around him, her eyes watering as she takes him deeper, her fingers digging into his thighs for support. She can feel the heat of him, the way he throbs in her mouth, the way his breath hitches with every thrust. She nods, her eyes never leaving his, her tongue swirling around him as she takes him deeper still. The sound of his balls slapping her chin start to fill the room as his cock start bulge in her throat as she fully takes his cock in her mouth and throat in a deepthroat motion. Drakon's breath hitches, his fingers tightening in her hair as he feels her throat muscles contract around him. "Fuck, you're taking it all," he groans, his voice ragged with desire. "You're taking every fucking inch of me like a good girl."
Jessica moans around him, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine, and he can't help but thrust harder, faster, his hips slapping against her face with each movement. "That's it, sweetheart," he growls, his voice low and rough, "Take it all.
Swallow my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you can take." Jessica's eyes water, her throat muscles working to accommodate the massive length of him as he thrusts in and out of her mouth, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. She can feel the heat of him, the way he throbs against her tongue, the way his breath hitches with every thrust. She moans around him, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine, and he can't help but groan louder, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck, Jessica," he groans, "You feel so fucking good. Your mouth is like heaven I doubt I’m going to last much longer. Slap my thigh once if you want me to stop, twice if you want me keep at this pace and pull out before I cum, slap three times if you want me to continue at this pace and not pull out or slap my thigh four times if you want to take full control and do what I want?” Drakon’s voice is a dark, commanding growl, his fingers flexing in her hair, his grip just firm enough to make her breath hitch. Jessica’s throat is already aching from the stretch of his massive cock, her lips swollen and bruised from the force of his thrusts. She can feel the thick, pulsing veins against her tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating her mouth, and her pussy clenching with every deep, wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her throat.
Jessica swallows hard, her throat muscles fluttering around him, and she slaps his thigh four times— once, twice, three, four—her nails digging into the hard muscle as she makes her demand clear. Drakon's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and hunger, and he growls, "You sure about that, sweetheart? You want to take control, to make me come when you want, how you want?"
She glares at him before slapping his thighs four times again. Drakon shifts his grip on her by taking both his hand on the side of her head and he rapidly picks up the pace as he start to brutally fuck her mouth and throat . His cock is so thick that it’s making her gag and she can feel the pre-cum dripping down her throat, mixing with her saliva. Jessica’s eyes water as she tries to adjust to the size of him, her nose pressed against his abs, her lips stretched wide around his girth. She can feel his cockhead hitting the back of her throat, the thick vein pulsing against her tongue.
"Fuck, you're taking it like a champ," Drakon growls, his voice thick with lust as he watches her struggle and take every inch of him. "You want to see how much you can take?
How much you can make me cum?" Drakon's voice is a low, guttural growl, his hips slamming against her face with each brutal thrust. Jessica's eyes water, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate the relentless pace, but she doesn't back down. She slaps his thigh again, four times, her nails digging into his skin, her eyes flashing with a challenge.
Drakon grins, a wicked, feral smile that sends a shiver down her spine.
His hand tightens in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose her throat, then he slams his hips forward with a brutal, wet *thud* that makes her gag. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice thick with triumph. "You like being owned by my cock, being forced to take every fucking inch of me?"
Jessica swallows hard, her throat muscles fluttering around him, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her as she clings to the bed for support.
Drakon's cock is so thick that it's making her gag, the head of it hitting the back of her throat with every brutal thrust. She's never felt so full, so completely owned by a man, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating.
"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Drakon groans, his voice ragged with desire. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Taking my cock like a champ." His fingers tighten in her hair, his grip just firm enough to make her breath hitch yet he doesn’t slow down his brutal pace.
Jessica’s throat muscles flutter around his cock, her lips stretched wide, her eyes watering as she fights to keep up with his relentless thrusts. The sound of his balls slapping against her chin fills the room, the wet, obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her throat making her pussy clench with each thrust.
"Fuck, you’re doing so good, sweetheart," Drakon growls, his voice thick with lust and pride. "You’re taking every fucking inch of me like you were born to do it. But you know what? It time to see if you can swallow all of it.” Drakon’s voice is a dark, commanding growl, his hips slamming against her face with each brutal thrust. Jessica’s eyes widen, her heart pounding in her chest as she realizes what he’s saying. She’s never been able to deepthroat a man before, never been able to take a cock all the way down her throat without gagging. But the challenge in his eyes, the way he’s looking at her like he knows she can do it, spurs her on. She wants to prove him right, to show him that she can take every fucking inch of him.
She takes a deep breath, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her as she braces herself as he slows down tell it long soft strokes and she can feel his cockhead pressing against the back of her throat. She can feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles ripple beneath her touch, the way his cock throbs in her mouth like a second heartbeat. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive underside of his shaft, her lips stretched wide around the thick girth. A sharp moan escapes her as the first shocking delicious yet extremely thick and heavy rope of his cum hits the back of her throat. She swallows it down, her eyes watering, her throat muscles working to accommodate the sudden flood of his release. Drakon's fingers tighten in her hair, his hips thrusting forward in short, sharp movements as he continues to come, his cock pulsing against her tongue.
"Fuck, Jessica," he groans, his voice ragged, "You're taking it all. You're swallowing every fucking drop like a good girl." His eyes are locked onto hers, his gaze intense and possessive, as he watches her struggle to take it all for it rope after rope after rope with no signs of stopping any time soon . Jessica's eyes water, her throat muscles working overtime to keep up with the flood of his release, but she doesn't pull back. She wants to take it all, to prove to him that she can handle anything he gives her.
Drakon's breath hitches, his fingers tightening in her hair as he feels her swallow again, his cock pulsing against her tongue. "Fuck, you're amazing," he growls, his voice thick with lust and admiration. "You're taking it like a fucking champ."
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Drakon's cock stops pulsing, his release tapering off to a slow trickle.
His fingers loosen in her hair, his grip softening as he watches her swallow the last drops of his cum. Jessica pulls back, her lips glistening with his release, her throat aching but her eyes alight with a fierce satisfaction.
Drakon's breath is ragged, his chest heaving as he stares down at her, his massive cock still rock hard, the tip glistening with her saliva and his cum. His voice is a rough, pained whisper when he speaks. "Fuck, sweetheart... you're something else."
Jessica licks her lips to get any cum she missed before swallowing the rest before opening her mouth showing she drank it all . "I think you're the one who's something else, Drakon," she says, her voice thick with pride and a hint of defiance. "You're the one who makes me feel like I can take anything."
Drakon watches her, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, his cock still throbbing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His fingers trace the outline of her lips as her lipstick is smeared all across his dick. "You're a fucking warrior, Jessica," he growls, his voice rough with admiration. "I've never seen anyone take me like that."
Jessica grins, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Ah that was amazing I never experienced that and I loved it now fuck me like that in my cunt!” Jessica says as she starts to rub her pussy with her fingers, her eyes locked onto Drakon’s still rock hard cock. Drakon’s eyes flash with hunger as he watches her fingers disappear into her pussy, her hips bucking as she starts to finger herself. “You want me to fuck you now, sweetheart?” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “You want me to fill your pussy with my cock like I filled your mouth?” Jessica nods, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as she continues to finger herself, her eyes never leaving his. “Yes,” she moans, her voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you inside me.
I want to feel every inch of that monster cock stretching me open,” Jessica pants, her fingers slick with her own arousal as she rubs slow, deliberate circles over her clit. The sound of her wet fingers moving against her folds fills the air, the scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating.
Drakon’s breath hitches, his eyes darkening as he watches her. His cock twitches, the head glistening with her saliva and his own cum. “No.” he growls. Jessica eyes widening as she says, “No? What the fuck do you mean no.” Jessica’s voice is a sharp, defiant hiss, her fingers still working her clit in slow, teasing circles. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. “You just fucking *bled* all over my throat, Drakon. I’m not done with you yet.”
Drakon’s jaw tightens, his massive cock twitching at the sound of her words. His dark eyes burn with a mix of hunger and something darker—something that makes her pulse quicken. “No,” he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not done with you either, sweetheart. But not like that. You just preformed some of the greatest oral sex I have ever have the pleasure to be on the receiving end now it’s mine turn to give you the same feeling.” Drakon’s voice is a low, sultry growl, his eyes locked onto Jessica’s as he speaks. He can see the hunger in her eyes, the way her breath hitches at his words, and it makes him want her even more. He wants to make her feel good, to make her come undone just like she did for him.
Jessica’s eyes flash with a mix of surprise and anticipation. “You want to do Frenching that is extremely taboo but then again I did to you.” Drakon looks at her confused before snorting saying, “Right I forgot time period and it’s stupid taboos because their nothing wrong with oral sex nor making both sides feel good during sex so yes I’m going to be doing the Frenching.” Drakon’s voice is a low, sultry growl, his eyes locked onto Jessica’s as he speaks. “You really want to do that?” she asks, her voice breathy and unsure. “You want to taste yourself on me?”
Drakon grins, a wicked, feral smile that sends a shiver down her spine. He moves and starts to plant kisses down her throat and chest, his lips lingering on the soft skin of her collarbone. "I want to taste you, Jessica," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I want to know what you taste like when you're this wet and ready for me." His fingers trail down her stomach paying attention to her six pack which Drakon finds hot as hell as he starts to suck on one of her tits . Jessica gasps, her fingers tangling in his hair as he takes her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. She can feel the heat of him, the way his lips and tongue work her nipple, the way his fingers dig into her hips. "Fuck, Drakon," she moans, her voice thick with desire. "That feels so good."
He chuckles darkly, his voice vibrating against her skin. "I'm just getting started, sweetheart." His left hand goes to her other tit as his right continue to play with her six pack giving it the rightful attention it deserves . Jessica gasps as he takes her other nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her back arch off the bed. he growls against her skin, his breath hot and heavy. "You like being teased like this? My mouth on your tits and me giving your abs the attention they truly deserve for u think it’s a crime you hide them
under all those clothes?" Drakon growls against her skin, his teeth grazing her nipple before he pulls back, his eyes dark with hunger. He can see the way her breath hitches, the way her fingers tighten in his hair, and he knows she’s close to begging for more.
Jessica lets out a sharp, breathy laugh, her voice thick with desire. "You think you're so fucking clever, don't you?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think I don't know what you're doing to me?" She arches her back, pushing her tits further into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she guides him back to her nipple.
"You're not doing a bad job, I'll give you that," she says, her voice breathy and thick with desire. "But you're still not fucking me. I want your cock inside me, Drakon. I want to feel you stretching me open, filling me up."
Drakon chuckles darkly, his voice vibrating against her skin. "All in good time, sweetheart," he murmurs, his lips trailing down her stomach, his fingers tracing the lines of her abs. "I want to taste you first. I want to enjoy your body from your beautiful all natural tits that I might say are the best I ever seen for they are nice and firm with no blemishes just nice creamy white skin that are tops with perfect rose pink nipples. Then I’m very much a wastelander who loves muscular strength and your body is built with it and your abs are perfect and I love how you have a six pack that is so well defined and I can’t wait to lick every single one of them. Then your thighs and ass are pure muscle and I love how you have a nice bubble butt that I can’t wait to bite into and I love how your thighs are thick and strong and I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my waist as I fuck you. I want to enjoy every single inch of your body before I fuck you. I want to make you come undone with my mouth and fingers before I even think about putting my cock inside you. I want to make you beg for it, sweetheart.” Drakon’s voice is a low, dark growl, his lips trailing down her stomach as he plants kisses on each of her abs , his tongue tracing the lines of her muscles. Jessica gasps, her fingers tightening in his hair as she feels his tongue on her skin. “Fuck, Drakon,” she moans, her voice thick with desire. “You’re driving me crazy.
I’ve never had a man talk to me like this, never had one worship my body like you are,” Jessica pants, her hips bucking as Drakon’s tongue dips into her belly button. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against her skin, and she can feel the heat of his breath as he moves lower, his lips trailing down her stomach, his fingers digging into her hips.
“You deserve to be worshipped, Jessica,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “You’re a fucking goddess, and I’m going to treat you like one.”
Jessica’s breath hitches as he reaches the top of her thighs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin.
His fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady as his tongue dips into her belly button once more, swirling around the indentation before trailing downwards. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his muscles ripple beneath her touch, the way his breath hitches with every movement.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Drakon murmurs, his voice a low, rough growl that sends shivers down her spine. “Every inch of you is perfect. Your skin is like silk, your muscles are like steel, and your scent…” His voice trails off as he inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring.
“Fuck, you smell like sin and lavender, like the wild prairie and the gunpowder of a battle you’ve already won.” His fingers trace the curve of her hip, his touch possessive, reverent. “You’re mine now, Jessica. Every inch of you.”
Jessica’s breath catches, her fingers tightening in the sheets. She’s never felt so exposed, so *wanted*. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice raw with need. “Please, Drakon.”
His lips curl into a slow, wicked smile as he finally reaches her pussy, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. “I won’t,” he promises, his voice a dark rumble.
“I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name, sweetheart.” His fingers dig into her thighs, spreading them wider, and she can feel the cool air against her wet, aching pussy. She’s never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and it’s both terrifying and exhilarating.
Drakon’s eyes flash with hunger as he takes in the sight of her, his gaze intense and possessive. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “You’re dripping for me, Jessica. You want my mouth on you, don’t you?”
Jessica bites her lip, her eyes locked onto his as she nods.