Chapter 1443: Ten Inches of a Slow Answer (r-18)

While he rose and ready to take her, Phei did not rush actually.

Five minutes, she had said, hadn’t she? —and the Young Dragon took the first of them to settle his cock between her thighs as if he had all the time in the world.

Naked in the amber light, Phei was a verdict: his broad chest was still marked by the faint radiant script marks beneath his skin, his stomach drawn tight in the finest abs anyone could ever achieve, almost making eight, his hips settled between her spread legs; his cock stood thick and dark and obscene against the soft gold of her body. Fifteen inches of him, veined and huge with the broad head already wet at the tip.

He laid his crown against her entrance and let it rest there, broad and flushed head kissed her wet, open folds and smeared her love juice over his flare until the big crown shone while two of his fingers found her clit and began a slow lazy circle that made her hips twitch.

Melissa’s clit peak was already erect, tight and shining with her juice; it jumped under his thumb each time he dragged the pad across it. Only then with her erect clit throbbing under his touch, did he lean his weight forward.

His crown pressed deeper into her pussy.

Her entrance resisted for one stubborn heartbeat then gave— Phei watched her small pink mouth stretch around his flare in a slow wet ring as her inner petals were drawn inward with his cock before the broad head of his cock disappeared inside her.

—Melissa’s tight pussy ring went pale then flushed a deeper rose as it swallowed the thick head of his cock in a wet shining seal around his girth— her folds dragged taut and wet with her juice.

Melissa’s breath left her in a long shaking sigh.

Her fingers twisted in the sheets tighter_ her black hair spilled across the pillow like poured ink.

Her breasts were now heaving with her tight nipples still erect and peaked— also shifting as her back tried not to arch. His thumb never stopped on her erect clit, round and round and punishingly unhurried as though the two motions belonged to one instrument.

"Ahh... Phei—"

One inch— he pushed into her pussy. Then two inches— he went as soft and slow as he could to edge her on the edge of hunger and begging!

Her walls clung to his cock the moment he breached her and fluttered around the ridge beneath his crown, trying to decide whether to welcome him or fight him— and they ended up doing both, which was rather like Melissa herself.

Three inches he pushed further and her entrance went pale and tight around his girth before it flushed rose again as she adjusted. Four. Five. A wet click sounded in her pussy as another ridge of his cock slipped past her ring and her love juice slid down his shaft to meet the rest of his cock still waiting outside

"Mhmm— Phei please~"

It ran in a thin shining thread over his thick veins and pooled where her stretched lips gripped him, wet and pretty in the amber light.

He looked down at her— her small wet pussy was so stretched around the thick length of his cock in a perfect shining circle, every petal of her folds was pulled taut and wet around his dick’s veins, and above it her clit stood erect under his fingers. Her soft belly rose between them and her breasts were heaving while her thighs trembled open around his hips: a princess of dragons split open on his cock and dripping with her juice, still trying to look as though she was winning a negotiation while her cunt fluttered like it had already surrendered.

’Gods she is beautiful.’

That only begged him top push in slowly and give her more— six inches and seven he gave her.

Her stomach drew in while her toes curled against the mattress.

He rolled her erect clit a little firmer and her walls answered by clutching his cock so hard he had to stop for a breath and simply feel her. Eight. Her back arched off the bed and a soft broken moan slipped out of her.

The motion lifted her breasts toward him, her nipples erect and wet, the soft undersides warm where the light caught them.

"Mmh— I am— so full—"

"Nine, Mels!" he murmured teasingly, and fed it to her.

Ten.

He stopped there, seated at her limit he’d decided as long as she was still pregnant, now ten inches were buried in her clinging pussy and the rest of his cock lying thick and wet against her, a dark reminder of how much of him she would never take.

The remaining length rested warm along her mound and the soft lower curve of her belly, veined and flushed, smeared with her love juice, too much and entirely his. Her pussy fluttered around him in slow pulses as though it couldn’t quite believe what it was holding.

Phei bent and kissed her slow and deep.

His hand left her erect clit only long enough to cup a breast and his thumb stroked the erect peak nipple while he let her taste her own juice on his tongue and feel the size of his cock without moving at all.

Melissa’s hands left the sheets.

She laid her palms flat on his chest and simply stared, her violet eyes were wide with a wonder that never seemed to wear off no matter how many times she saw him. He looked carved rather than born and every line of him sculpted by something far more patient than nature: the broad hard plane of his chest, the ridged stack of beautiful and hot abs on his stomach, the clean dangerous cut of his hips where they met hers.

She traced him slowly with her fingertips down the valley of his chest over each ridge of his abdomen along the taut slope of his sides as if she were reading scripture written on his skin.

Her touch was almost reverent. How was this real? How was any of this hers?

She followed the line of his shoulders and the corded strength of his arms braced on either side of her and a small dazed sound left her throat, half moan and half disbelief.

"Mmh... Phei~" She breathed, the sound soft and wrecked against his skin.