Brinley Adams is pleased to get a job as assistant to elusive and reclusive billionaire Lindrom Drage. That the job requires him to live in the man’s home in the country is only a bonus. While he’s not exactly running away, he’s trying to leave behind a crazy, stalking ex, and Drage’s isolated home might be just the place to hide.
Lindrom Drage, known at home as Dragon, just wants an assistant who works out for longer than a month or two. He’s already gone through several in the last year, and he wants someone who can do the job and put up with his refusal to deal with anything that takes him out of his home. But when he meets Brin, he suddenly wants so much more than just a work assistant.
Brin doesn’t know his boss is actually a dragon. The trick is going to be convincing Brin that neither of them is crazy, and that not only are dragons real, so are soul mates.
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The only thing better right now than rubbing off with Brin as they were would be to have that lovely mouth tight around his cock.
Dragon heard that single word, clear as day, and knew Brin wanted to be sucking him as much as Dragon wanted it.
Groaning, Dragon shifted Brin, putting him on the floor. “I want your mouth.” He said the words out loud, even though he knew Brin already knew exactly what he craved.
A soft moan filled the air, Brin kneeling between his spread thighs. He closed his legs a little to surround Brin with his heat and his scent. Then he watched, his cock twitching, eager to have Brin’s attention. Brin’s tongue traveled the length of his shaft, then Dragon felt the heat of Brin’s lips on his dickhead. He moaned, and it was all he could do not to slam into his boy’s mouth. He didn’t, though. He wanted Brin to own this.
Dragon could feel it, how Brin fantasized while he began to suck, revving himself up. He dove into Brin’s fantasies, making sure it wasn’t a faceless man with his boy, but himself. Their needs and Brin’s mouth twisted together, making his balls draw up and ache.
Brin moaned, the sound vibrating all around his cock. Dragon cried out, his hips bucking up and pushing deep into his boy’s mouth. Panting, he settled back on the couch and ran a hand through the rough silk of Brin’s hair.
“Sorry, sorry. So good.”
Brin wasn’t sorry, though. No. His boy was ramped up. Ready. The renewed suction encouraged his losing control, and he took the hint, wrapping his hand around Brin’s head and vigorously taking his boy’s mouth. He didn’t hold back, and he let Brin have it.
Brin was a born cockhound, sucking him frantically, desperately. Dragon kept humping up, filling that eager mouth with his thick prick. Brin’s hands dug into his ass, dragging him closer, demanding more, deeper, harder. He gave it to his boy, heels digging into the floor so he could really get traction. He felt the tip of his cock push into the back of Brin’s throat, and Brin swallowed, over and over.
“Brin. Fuck. Oh, yes.” Dragon was almost there, almost.
Brin nudged his sac and rolled it hard.
“Brin!” Dragon shouted and came, his spunk pouring down Brin’s throat.
Brin took and took, drinking him down with a happy moan.
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