Dragon Conjurer 8, page 8
“Mr. Cooper,” Dr. Hastings moaned loudly, and she carded her hands through my hair.
I reached around behind the platinum-blonde scientist and cupped my hands under the curve of her tight ass, and Dr. Hastings hopped up a little at the same time I lifted her. Then she wound her legs securely around my waist, and I covered her red lips with mine and sank into the pleasure of her hot mouth as I walked over to the edge of the conference room table. I placed Dr. Hastings gently on the edge of the table and nudged forward firmly against her hot pussy, and I slid my palms over her hips and thighs.
“Ooooh, yeeees,” Dr. Hastings moaned, and her hands fell from my hair. She leaned back and braced her palms flat on the shiny surface of the huge table, and her head fell back as she moaned with pleasure. “I want your hands all over me.”
“I think I can do that,” I chuckled lightly, and I grazed my hands back up her thighs.
Dr. Hastings locked her feet together behind my back, and she kept me in place with the strong muscles of her legs. I didn’t think I would have been able to get away, even if I’d wanted to, and I definitely didn’t want to.
My fingers wandered playfully up the smooth skin of Dr. Hastings’ thigh, and I teased my way down the inner crease to her slick heat. I stayed just a hair away from the exact spot I knew she needed my touch until she groaned with frustration and wrapped her perfectly manicured hand around my wrist.
Then I pulled back from our kiss and watched Dr. Hastings’ heated eyes as she guided my hand to her clit, and her mouth fell open with a deep sigh.
“Aaaahhh,” my cougar moaned with pleasure, and she tilted her hips slightly to allow me better access to her slick folds.
I played my fingers over her swollen clit for a few long minutes and intermittently stroked down over her dripping pussy lips to spread her juices all around. The sexy cougar melted back onto the glossy surface of the table, and her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. I kept my right hand between her pale thighs, and I moved my left up to open the clasp between her perfect tits. I fumbled for a second with the unfamiliar clasp, but I would not be defeated, and on my third try, the cream-colored lace popped open, and Dr. Hastings’ milky skin was laid bare in front of me.
The good doctor laid sprawled out on the table in front of me now, with her legs around my waist, and her smoky-gray eyes gazing up at me. Then the platinum-blonde scientist pulled her cranberry-colored bottom lip between her teeth, and she reached her fingers up to twist her nipples into tight little buds.
I paid close attention to the speed and pressure while Dr. Hastings played with her nipples, and I adjusted the rhythm of my fingers on her pussy to match. Clearly, that was the right move, because a second later, Dr. Hastings sucked in a deep breath and arched off the shiny surface of the table.
“Yes, I love the way you touch me,” Dr. Hastings moaned, and her voice became more urgent.
I could tell the sexy cougar was really enjoying my attention, and I decided to kick it up a notch. I pushed my middle finger into her wet tunnel at a torturously slow speed and massaged against her inner walls with the lightest pressure until I found that perfect spot. Then I pressed more firmly on her g-spot and stretched my thumb up to flick teasingly over the engorged mound of her clit.
“Fuuuuuck.” Dr. Hastings writhed like a wild animal under me, and she dug her hands into her platinum-blonde locks. Her voice hit a higher octave, and I knew she was getting close. “Mr. Cooooooper!”
I bent at the waist and leaned forward over the luscious scientist who was spread out before me like the most expensive buffet I’d ever seen, and I locked my teeth gently around her nipple. Then I braced myself on my left hand and nudged her relentlessly closer to the edge with my mouth, teeth, and fingers.
When Dr. Hastings’ legs clenched tight around my hips, and her back arched up off the table again, I stretched up to nibble hot kisses under the edge of her jawline instead.
“Cum for me,” I growled low in Dr. Hastings’ ear.
“Aaaahhhh,” the sexy scientist cried out, and she rocked her hips wildly for a moment longer before I pushed her right into a crashing orgasm.
Dr. Hastings’ pussy gripped my finger tightly, and I wedged another into her tunnel as her inner walls fluttered around my digits. Her stockinged legs clamped hard around my lower back, and the delicious cougar dug both of her hands into my hair and dragged my mouth to hers.
“Mmmmmuuugggh,” Dr. Hastings moaned into my mouth as I coaxed her through the rolling waves of her climax.
I gently toyed with Dr. Hastings’ heated flesh as she started to come down from her peak, and I became painfully aware of the intense pulsing of my blood through my veins. Apparently, the sexy scientist was aware of it as well, because she pulled me a touch closer with her legs around my back and grinned teasingly up at me.
“Mr. Cooper, I believe I’ve been a very naughty woman,” Dr. Hastings purred. “I’ve had all the fun for myself and neglected your needs. My apologies.”
My brain just sent out a dumb buzzing sound for five long seconds before I could get a grip on myself to respond.
“I find lots of fun in tending to your needs, doctor,” I said, and I was a little surprised by the raspiness in my voice.
“That’s absolutely no excuse,” Dr. Hastings murmured. “Let me make it up to you. Pleeeease.”
The teasing, pleading way Dr. Hastings said the last word sent a shudder down my spine, and all I could do was nod dumbly at her.
A wide grin spread across her wine-colored lips, and she sat up from the glossy surface to place her hands on my shoulders. Then Dr. Hastings gently nudged me back so she could stand up and turn me around until the table bumped against the backs of my thighs.
The older woman leaned up on the tips of her stiletto heels to whisper in my ear as her hands worked efficiently to unbuckle my belt and pop the button on my pants.
“Relax, Mr. Cooper,” Dr. Hastings whispered, and then she carefully yanked my pants and boxers down as she knelt down in front of me.
My dick bounced free of my clothes and pointed straight at Dr. Hastings’ red lips, and the sight of her on her knees in front of me sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Pleasure dribbled down my spine and pooled like a lake of lava low in my gut, and when Dr. Hastings wrapped her fingers slowly around my shaft, it spiked like lightning back up into my brain.
I leaned my palms on the smooth surface and half-sat on the edge of the table, and I gazed down on the delicious scientist as she placed a sweet kiss on the tip of my dick. Then she hummed with pleasure and licked the drop of pre-cum that dribbled out.
“Uuuuggghhh,” I groaned, and my pulse thundered in my ears with anticipation.
“Delicious,” Dr. Hastings mewled.
Before I could even try to think of something else to say, Dr. Hastings wrapped her red lips around my shaft and sank her head down on my cock until the tip of her nose brushed against my abdomen.
The wet heat of Dr. Hastings’ mouth consumed me, and she threatened to destroy my self-control as she licked her tongue up the underside of my shaft as she pulled away. My fingers curled desperately against the smooth surface of the table when the scientist flicked her tongue teasingly over the tip of my dick.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned softly, and I forced my hips to remain stationary as the sexy cougar worked her mouth back down on my cock.
Then Dr. Hastings picked up the pace, and she bounced her platinum-blonde head on my cock. Her talented mouth seemed to be melting my bones into the consistency of taffy, and my arms started to tremble as I held myself up. I wrapped a hard grip around my arousal and refused to let loose just yet, but then Dr. Hastings reached up with one hand and gently cupped my balls.
“Shit,” I said through gritted teeth as I struggled to rein in my climax, but it was no use.
“Mmmm,” Dr. Hastings hummed, and the vibration of her vocal cords was my undoing.
Lightning flashed like fireworks through my brain, and an inferno raged through my veins as the tongue-numbing pleasure peaked.
“Ahhh, fuuuuck,” I groaned, and I couldn’t stop my hips from pumping into Dr. Hastings’ talented mouth as I shot my hot seed onto her eager tongue.
The delicious doctor purred like a kitten as she swallowed every last drop, and then she gave my tip one last flick of her tongue before she slowly rose back to her feet.
“I hadn’t planned on making you climax like that,” Dr. Hastings said, and she moved a perfectly manicured finger over the edges of her lips in a failed attempt to wipe away the smudges of her lipstick. “But I can’t say that I’m sorry, either. Your sperm tastes delicious.”
“Why would you be sorry for something that good?” I asked, and my voice was still a little breathy from the intensity of the climax Dr. Hastings had given me.
“Well…” Dr. Hastings mused wistfully as she bent over to pick up her bra. “I was looking forward to a good fucking.”
Her words instantly brought me back to full mast, and I stood up, took a firm hold on the sexy curve of Dr. Hastings’ hips, and pressed my rock-hard cock against her bare ass as I leaned my mouth down to her ear.
“And who said you weren’t getting a good, hard fucking?” I growled quietly.
“Uuuhhh,” Dr. Hastings moaned, and she ground her ass back against my hard length. “Mr. Cooper!”
Without another word, I guided the good doctor around and bent her forward over the table until the round globes of her ass were on full display before me. I placed one hand firmly on her lower back and lifted my other into the air. Then I hesitated for a fraction of a second before I caught sight of Dr. Hastings’ bottom lip trapped snuggly between her teeth.
That was all the encouragement I needed, and I brought my hand down hard on the creamy skin of her ass.
“Oh!” Dr. Hastings cried sharply as her pale skin pinked up under my palm. “Mr. Cooper, how did you know I like to be spanked?”
“Oh, doctor,” I murmured softly, and I raised my hand back into the air. “You were getting a spanking whether you liked it or not, you’ve been very naughty.”
I brought my hand back down hard on the exact same spot like an exclamation point on my sentence, and the shape of a bright red handprint was clear on her creamy skin. I gave her another hard slap on the other cheek, and then I gripped her hips firmly in my hands and thrust deep into her dripping wet pussy in a single motion.
“Ooooh… fuck!” Dr. Hastings moaned and cried out as I thrust forward and filled every inch of her tight tunnel.
I used my hands to hold her exactly in place as I set a demanding pace with my thrusts. The sturdy-looking table couldn’t stand up to the force of my desire for Dr. Hastings, and it started to scrape across the floor one millimeter at a time. After a few minutes of my hard fucking, I had to step forward, and I readjusted my grip to pull the sexy cougar back at the same time that I thrust forward into her tight tunnel.
“Ooooh, yeeees,” Dr. Hastings moaned, and her breaths fogged up the glossy surface of the table. “Fuck me just like that, Mr. Cooper!”
“Fucking Christ,” I growled low under my breath as Dr. Hastings’ cries bounced off the walls around us.
I was thankful for the deadbolt on the conference room door, and the semi-isolated location of the room, but I also knew that anybody who happened to be walking down the hall at the right time would surely hear the sexy cougar screaming my name.
I released my left hand from Dr. Hastings’ hip and leaned forward to gently cover her red lips with the palm of my hand. It was immediately clear that the platinum-blonde cougar quite enjoyed this, and she arched her lower back and took my cock even deeper into her tight tunnel while I muzzled her. The new angle felt incredible, and I gritted my teeth against the forceful rise of my ecstasy as I continued to pound into Dr. Hastings’ welcoming body.
“Mmmmm…” Dr. Hastings whined into my hand as her legs started to tremble, and her fingers curled against the smooth surface of the table as I danced us both along the edge of the abyss. I kept one hand over the sexy scientist’s moaning mouth and raised my other to lavish her with a few more hard slaps on her ass. Dr. Hastings’ eyes rolled back in her head as my palm landed with a sharp sting, and she moaned low in her throat.
Pleasure started to build like liquid fire in the bowels of a volcano, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain it much longer, so I caressed my hand up from Dr. Hastings’ bright pink ass and let it wander freely over her smooth skin for a minute. Then I reached around to the front of the platinum-blonde doctor’s pelvis and found her swollen clit with my middle finger.
“Mmmmmgggghhhh.” Dr. Hastings’ moan was only slightly muffled by my hand over her mouth, and she tilted her hips in rhythm with my finger and my thrusts.
My knees locked beneath me, and Dr. Hastings’ entire body shuddered. I rubbed her clit in tight little circles as I pounded hard into her dripping tunnel, and I shoved her right over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm.
The moment the good doctor’s pussy clenched in rippling waves around me, she dragged me behind her into the bliss of climax.
It felt like my entire brain exploded in a shower of golden electricity as the toe-curling pleasure peaked at the base of my spine, and I pumped every last drop of my seed into Dr. Hastings’ trembling pussy. My thrusts became wildly erratic as I blindly moved through the waves of ecstasy, and my brain buzzed like I’d jammed a hundred nine-volt batteries into my eye sockets.
“Eeeeggggghhhh,” I groaned, and my hands wandered aimlessly down Dr. Hastings’ spine and came to land on the toned curve of her tight ass.
Holy shit. That was incredible.
The sexy scientist’s breathing took a few long minutes to finally even out before she could shape her lips around anything remotely coherent.
“Ohh, my goodness,” Dr. Hastings finally murmured.
“Uh-huh,” I sighed, and satisfied warmth spread softly through my body.
I leaned down once more and placed a gentle kiss on the nape of Dr. Hastings’ neck, and then I stepped back and slowly pulled my cock out of her dripping pussy.
“I really filled you up.” I smiled smugly at our combined juices as they dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
“Yes, indeed,” she panted as her fingers strayed down to where my cream was dribbling out of her and onto the table. “Yes, indeed.”
“It felt amazing.” I carefully tucked myself back inside my pants and zipped them up, and then I bent down to collect Dr. Hastings’ clothes and laid them gently on the table beside her.
“Thank you, Mr. Cooper,” Dr. Hastings hummed, and she heaved a heavy sigh and finally raised herself off the table.
I looked down at the previously glossy surface and chuckled. There were pretty distinctive smudges and sticky spots on the polished wood, and a fog of Dr. Hastings’ breathing faded slowly away.
“Thank you,” I said, and I laid a hand gently on the sexy cougar’s narrow waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
“Mmmm,” Dr. Hastings hummed.
Then the platinum-blonde scientist blinked hard and walked over to a tissue box on the other side of the large table. She pulled a handful of tissues from the box and deliberately wiped the trail of sticky juices from the inside of her thighs.
I couldn’t help but notice she carefully avoided wiping the lips of her pussy, and I smirked to myself to think she was going to intentionally spend the rest of the day slick with the evidence of our fuck session. I wondered idly for a moment if any of the people she would bump into throughout the rest of the day would be able to smell the sex on her.
I kind of hoped they would.
“Mr. Cooper,” Dr. Hastings said as she worked to close the buttons on her silk blouse. “I did want to speak with you about something I’ve noticed in your DNA.”
“What’s that?” I chuckled, and I couldn’t stop my mind from thinking about how my DNA was all over her.
“It seems…” Dr. Hastings cleared her throat as she did the last button and put on her lab coat, “that the rate of the mutations in your genetic code are beginning to level out.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“I believe your DNA has reached, and indeed passed, the peak rate of mutation you will have.” Dr. Hastings pulled a small compact mirror from the pocket of her lab coat, and she grimaced slightly at the mussed state of her lipstick and hair.
“It’s not mutating anymore,” I surmised.
“Not quite.” Dr. Hastings ran a hand over her platinum locks and closed the mirror. “There were still some changes after you conjured Griff, but the extent and severity of the changes are much smaller than after any of your previous dragons.”
“Huh.” I rubbed a hand over my face as my blissed-out brain tried to process the information. “So I probably won’t grow horns or scales or anything like that, then?”
“No,” Dr. Hastings chuckled. “I don’t believe so. It seems your DNA is reaching a new equilibrium, and I suspect that, even if you conjure more dragons, there will be very few, if any, further changes to your genetic code.”
“Well, I suppose that’s good news,” I mused. “I kind of like the way I look.”
“As do I,” Dr. Hastings said, and her gray eyes raked over my body once more before she cleared her throat. “Now, as to the EEG and your brain waves, I would like to do a repeat scan.”
“Sure.” I nodded and allowed my own eyes to caress over the length of Dr. Hastings’ sexy body, and I was pleased to see my gaze brought a fresh flood of pink to her cheeks. “Whatever you need.”
“Mmmhmm,” Dr. Hastings purred. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Then the door suddenly burst open, and the salt and pepper-haired scientist who’d given me directions to conference room H earlier was standing in the doorway.
My heart jumped right into my throat as I realized the door hadn’t been locked at all.
Chapter 6
My heart pounded from the dump of adrenaline, and I was incredibly grateful that Dr. Hastings and I had both finished dressing before the middle-aged scientist burst through the door without knocking. Dr. Hastings’ lipstick was still pretty smudged around the edges, and her hair looked a bit like she’d gone for a ride in a convertible with the top down, but we were at least decently clothed.
