Page 20 of Cruel Daddy Dragon

I wrench my eyes from her curvaceous hips. It takes me a second to respond.

“Oh, right,” I tease, “And where’s your gun now?”

“Now?” she asks.

“Right now,” I smirk.

She gives me a light scowl. It’s so adorable.

“It’s at home,” she admits eventually.

“Oh. So, if a dragon were to attack right now, that wouldn’t help, now would it?” I tease.

Again, that adorable little pout—the one she makes when she knows I have her.

“You know a dragon could attack at any time, right?” I say to her, “You need to be on guard at all times. Unless you have a supernatural bodyguard, that is, which—hello!—you have. So maybe you shouldn’t be on my case since you literally couldn’t protect yourself right now if something happened.”

“I can protect myself,” she grumbles.

I break into a little supernatural speed, approaching her faster than a human can blink. When I’m barely an inch from her—close enough to feel her body heat, she flinches back. Her hand snaps forward and rests on my chest. Where her hand rests on me, it’s like electricity sparking over my skin. I’m growing hotter every moment.

When she realizes I’m here, she looks up at me with softer eyes. Her little lips part, and she just releases a breath. I’m suddenly breathing heavily, too.

“Couldn’t stopthat,could you?” I whisper.

“Couldn’t stop it…” She barely breathes, like she doesn’t realize she’s talking.

For a second, we just stand. Her hand not only rests on my chest, but her fingers tighten, clenching my shirt into a fistful, nails slipping into the buttonholes and lightly scratching me. The lightest groan builds at the back of my throat. Her eyes look up at me, a true depth of color I’ve never seen before shining in there.

She gives the smallest moan of her own before she grips my shirt and yanks me toward her. I move where she pulls me, and her soft lips crash against mine.

Oh, god, yes.

My hands move to the small of her back. I pull her into me. Her curvy form slots against me like it was meant to be there. She’s so warm—I can feel her heart hammering through her voluptuous tits as they crush up against my chest.

Her little, wet tongue pokes past my lips. I open my mouth further. Her tongue dances across mine, so soft and moist, spreading the taste of wine through me.

She leans herself into me. My hand slides down from the small of her back and down her round ass, fingers tightening around it. She moans into my mouth.

I’m so hard. I’m straining against my jeans painfully. I feel her inner thigh brush my leg, and I hook my hand under her thigh and hitch it over my hip. She grinds a little againstmy clothed erection and gives the lightest moan against my lips again.

Oh, fuck! If she keeps moaning like that—!

Suddenly, she pulls away from me.

“Wait!” she pants.

Oh, god. Here it comes. She’s going to pull back and slap me like it’s my fault this happened.

“I’ve got my cruiser parked around the front,” she pants, “They won’t hear us in there.”

I love you.

I don’t need to be told twice; I lean down and grab her other leg. As I lift her off the ground, her legs wrap around me. This time, I use the superspeed for us—we’re at the car in a blink. Sarah dips an impatient hand into her pocket and pulls out her keys. She presses the button, and the car clicks open. I wrench the door out of our way and lay her down on her back. Sarah looks up at me, her eyes burning for me. She bites the corner of her lip and then starts pulling at her shirt.

She’s wasting no time; I follow suit, wrenching my shirt off my body. Buttons scatter and the cold air touches my chest. Sarah gives a delighted little moan when she sees it. I ease her tight legs from around me and step back to unbutton my jeans. My cock springs free, ready. I step closer, and she’s taken off her bra as well, her nipples standing tall in the cold. I lean my hands down and start undoing her waistband.

Suddenly, her lips are at my ear:

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