Page 6 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

I laughed and swatted at him. “I’m not twenty anymore. You aren’t taking me behind a dumpster,” I admonished, wagging a finger in his face. “My place is two blocks this way.”

“Then let’s go,” he growled, stripping his jacket off in one smooth motion.

“What are you—oh. You don’t have to do that,” I said as he tossed it over my head as a makeshift rain jacket.

“Sure, I do. Besides, my shirt is white,” he pointed out. “So, you enjoy.”

I laughed but didn’t protest as he guided me out into the downpour. In moments, his shirt was as soaked as could be, plastered to his skin. I wasn’t exactly dry either, but then again, I hadn’t been since he’d kissed my hand as he sat down.

The journey to my apartment was a blur of touching and caressing that had us both nearly panting with pent-up desire by the time I started fumbling with my keys, having a hard time putting it in the slot.

“Let me,” Damon rumbled from behind, taking the keys from me with almost childish ease and opening the door smoothly. “After you.”

“You just want to stare at my ass some more,” I teased, sashaying past as I flicked on the light.

“You might be on to something,” he said, raw, carnal emotion filling his words.

“Not yet I’m not,” I giggled, then gasped as he came at me. He picked me up and pushed me against the wall, holding me there with almost contemptuous ease. Just how strong was he?

But there wasn’t time to care about that. His cock was rock hard and pushing against me through his suit pants. I needed it.

“I need you inside me,” I whispered through a suddenly dry throat, running a hand over his bulge and feeling it’s thickness. He was definitely packing.

Damon pulled me from the wall and pushed me forward, taking charge of my body before bending me over the kitchen table. His fingers found the buttons of my pants and easily flicked them open. Then he stripped them and my underwear off in one smooth motion.

I gasped, my entire lower half suddenly exposed to him and his greedy gaze. His hands spread my ass, and I moaned as warmth trailed up my lips from behind, pushing them gently aside as he tasted me fully. He didn’t stop either. Up, up, up his tongue ran, until I was hissing and shivering as it teased my ass. I’d never had anyone do that to me before, but Damon simply went for it.

It was naughty. It was new.

It was heaven.

I was so wrapped up in the pleasure of his tongue my brain barely registered when it stopped.

A moment later, my eyes popped open. My fingertips scraped across the countertop, trying in vain to find something to grip onto as he pushed his hard cock inside my pussy, spreading me wide with his incredibly perfect girth. It was like he was made for me. Or my body was made for him.

The growl of his pleasure shot through my body as his hands tightly gripped my waist, fully in control. The cold countertop on my nipples was a stark contrast to the heatwave rushing over my backside as he teased his way in, an inch at a time, making me moan and whimper for more.

“Good girl,” he said in that thick, manly tone that spoke to a deeper, more primitive side of me. I moaned and pushed back on him until his hips were molding to my ass and his cock filled me.

I mumbled something unintelligible, my brain rapidly frying as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through my body, spreading from between my legs and amplified by the grip on my waist.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Damon’s fingers tightened.

His first thrust was a thing of beautiful agony. Slow, measured, never stopping from start until he was finished burying himself inside me. I shoved my ass at him, trying to capture every little bit. The thickness, the length, the warmth, it was a perfect match and just what I needed after a trip from hell.

And then the first act was over. His hands gripped me, pulling me back as he thrust deep and then withdrew. Again. And again. As my body adjusted to being practically impaled on his throbbing cock, he slid in harder against me. Faster. A smooth, rhythmic motion as my ass bounced off his hips and his balls slapped my clit, heightening everything.

I came. Hard. Fresh wetness gushed over his cock, and he growled something atavistic and wordless, only turning me on more. I brought out his basic, feral instinct, and my body responded in kind.

I shook, held still only by his grip on my waist. I was pretty sure I screamed through at least one orgasm. I couldn’t remember. It all blurred together.

Sweat broke out across my skin. Damon’s chest rumbled. My pussy tingled.

“I’m going to—to—I’m going to come,” I got out. “Again!”

I trailed off into a wordless moan that started and didn’t stop as my body spasmed harder than before, clenching around his cock. Damon roared something, and sudden heat filled me as my body shook from the impact of him behind me.

It was brutal and sudden and utterly and completely draining. We were both spent. Exhausted. Bodies used. I barely managed to crawl to the bed from the bathroom before I fell asleep.

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