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The Pussyfooting Prostitute

His Game

His Game

May 25, 2025

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This chapter was written in the third person's point of view.

Kirk gave Asche a hefty amount of money to rent a hotel room somewhere where Drakos was not familiar with, or so he thought. Even though this was Asche's hand he was playing now, he felt a tight knot of anxiety in his stomach as he pulled the fishnet stockings up his thighs. Drakos should be here any minute and each passing second added a heavier weight to his chest. This isn't his first time having sex for money, yet it felt like his first time on that night when he got drunk and lost his virginity.

In his mind, this was strictly business, nothing personal, no strings attached. His mind was clear of any negative thoughts, only lucid, salacious ones filled his mind, that will motivate him to fuck this man and leave. Asche wore the most expensive of colognes, the sexiest of lingerie and he even had a pole set up in the room for Mr. Dick Almighty's entertainment. In all honesty, his desire was to give the man the best sex of his life and vanish. That would be his punishment for stalking him and making his life miserable for the past few weeks.

He got up from the bed and examined his reflection with a smile. His nipple piercings showed from the mesh top, causing his own cock to jerk awake as he thought about Drakos' lips on them, teasing them and licking them. What is Mr. Dick Almighty packing with? A half a yard? A quarter of a yard or maybe he has a ten-inch bamboo? Asche snickered at the thought, feeling the heat rush through his body in sexual expectation. He took many cocks in his years of selling his body and have never stumbled upon a massive cock. A cock that'll rearrange his walls and make him become undone. He probably never will because it'll be inhumane for a man to have such an enormous size.

A brief knock on the door told him that the moment was now, all fears were thrown out the window and he placed his game face on. He went to open it and when he did, his heart skipped a beat and his breath caught. He was here, with an oozing presence of a sex god, all masculine, radiating an enticing heat that almost had him wrapping his legs around Drakos' waist and dry humping him. His stare alone exuded avidity, a stare he knew had females melting in his arms. But he's not a female and his self-restraint was exceptional so he stepped to the side and allowed him in.

Ravenous eyes raked Asche's body with a dark desire to ravish him.

Drakos was caught off guard. He wasn't expecting this. Right now, his body felt like it was burning up with unbearable sexual hunger. His cock tented against the confines of his pants, causing him to growl rather inhumanely as he stared at temptation on legs.

"I'm calling the shots tonight," Asche declared as he strode over to the pole in front of a chair that he had placed there specifically for Drakos. "And you'll obey my every command," He then slipped on his high heels and pointed at the chair. "Make yourself comfy."

Drakos complied eagerly, sinking in the chair and adjusting his straining erection.

Asche's movements were lithe, seductive, and hypnotizing. He turned, bent over, touching his toes as he ran his hands up his legs and glanced back at Drakos, licking his lips with a suggestive smirk.

"You're a naughty boy," Drakos gritted out, fighting the urge to tear the stocking away and impale Asche to that pole. "Running away like that and now teasing me like this."

"Well, come on daddy, and give me a spanking." Asche teased, swirling around and gyrating his hips as he played with his nipple rings.

"Don't tempt me," Drakos' voice was rough, grating, and husky. "I'm dangerous when provoked."

Asche strode seductively over to Drakos and in a fluid, cock-stirring movement, he bent down, parting Drakos' thighs roughly and crawled between them, nibbling the bulge in Drakos' pants.

Drakos hissed and clutched the arms of the chair. Gliding his hands up his legs and chest, Asche bit him gently, causing Drakos to splinter the wood he gripped on so tightly. Asche stared at the damaged furniture with surprise, pausing in his movements for a brief moment.

Holy shit! He thought. What human was capable of doing that? Does he body build? Now curious to discover what's under the layers of clothing, Asche ignored that red flag and resumed his ministrations.

Drakos was beyond horny, he was ready to burst for the pressure in his cock had him trembling, struggling to control the barbaric urge to mount the human. He knew he'd hurt him for the strength of a dragon shifter was omnipotent and there was no telling if he can restrain himself from fucking him viciously.

When a dragon was in heat, their thoughts are only set on venting out their sexual frustration and breeding. This prostitute did not know what he was holding back deep within. But he was already here, getting his cock nibbled on, so there was no turning back.

Asche's roaming hands sent Drakos skin ablaze with fiery pleasure. He came up from his knees and straddled him, rotating his hips along Drakos' hardened cock, causing him to clench his teeth and toss his head back at the glorious sensation. The wood splintered further. He was afraid to even touch Asche.

"That's right," Asche kissed his throat. "I'm in charge. Don't touch, just feel."

Drakos' eyes rolled closed and he simply enjoyed Asche's moist, warm lips on his heated skin. Each suck caused the pressure in his balls to increase. Simultaneously, Asche rocked his hips in a circular motion and feasted on Drakos' hot, succulent flesh.

It tasted heavenly and his warmth proved fatal for Asche. He seriously wanted to part his ass and pull this man's cock out to impale himself on it.

But not yet, foreplay first.

Get him heated and all ready. 

Oh, fellatio will be best.

The night had just begun, a night Asche will never forget.

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