Page 93 of Cruel Daddy Dragon

Oh! Yes! Keep doing that! I want you so much!

My hands snap forward and start undoing his belt. Or trying to—I’m almost trembling in anticipation, and his damn belt gets caught in my hands before I can undo it. I struggle with it for a long few moments, even yanking hard at it a few times before the buckle finally starts to unlatch. Rufus just laughs lightly for a moment but doesn’t make a move to help me.

“You’re eager,” he murmurs.

I manage to wrench it loose and start pulling his pants down with the same rough eagerness. He springs free, his cock already standing to attention. I cup him back, and Rufus shimmers against my gentle touch.

“So are you,” I reply.

I run my hand slowly up the shaft,justtouching the bottom of the head. He gives a light whine of desire. Then, I slowly drag my loose fist down his dick again. He’s already moaning lightly at the back of his throat but breaks off to whisper:

“Wait.”

“What?” I ask

His hands leave my boobs and rest on my bare shoulders.

“Is the shower warmed up yet?” he whispers, “We’d better get in before we forget about it. The point was to have a shower!”

I laugh and let him go. I turn and run my hand underneath the running water. It’s very warm by now, and I nod at Rufus. I whip off my own trousers and then step in. As the warm water flows over my body, I sigh. I didn’t realize how gross I felt until I feel that grime running off me. I duck my head under the torrid stream and run my hands through my hair. I feel a lot fresher already, and I feel Rufus’s chest press against my back. He rests his head on my shoulder, and I feel the water start running over his head instead of me. I keep relaxing under the shower. His arms loop around my waist and tighten. The water runs warm and slick between us, feeling like it gets even more hot as it runs down our bodies. It’s so comfortable, the pair of us wrapped up together, being rained on by the soft, warm water. I could stay here forever, just Rufus and me…

“Ah! This isperfect!” I sigh contentedly.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it!” Rufus chuckles, “But you’re hogging all the water!”

One of his arms leaves me, and then he says:

“Let’s swap!”

“Oh, do we have to?” I ask.

He laughs again but then just kind of eases me away from the shower, putting himself into the stream of water. Compared to the heat, the bathroom air is freezing; I shiver, goosebumps on my skin. But then, his burning hot hands start rubbing over my body. He’s got a slick feeling over his hands.

Like lube.

The thought comes before I can stop it, and a shiver of arousal passes through me. I look as he squirts more shower gel into his palm. He then reaches forward and rubs the shower gel over my chest. I sigh in arousal and let my head roll back. Rufus’s hands rub over my breasts, lathering me up, and sharp shots of pleasure start rocketing down me. A small groan leaves my lips.

“Mm,” Rufus purrs, “I love that noise you’re making.”

I laugh breathlessly. His hands keep running over me, tracing a finger down my spine, his hands running over my buttocks.

“Give me your leg,” he murmurs.

I lift my leg up, and his hand holds under my thigh, his other hand running up and down my calf and the inside of my thigh, soaping me up. He lets go of my leg and then takes the other leg and does the same. Every time his fingers drape over me, my skin tingling like static rolling over my body. I just lean into his touch, his warm hands brushing up and over me.

“All right,” he purrs, “Now we can swap back.”

I laugh breathlessly, and we shuffle back. As the water runs over my body, the soap running down the drain, I hear Rufus do the same. I turn around and step backward out of the water as a soaped-up Rufus goes under the shower head. I’mstanding on the edge of the shower, but it’s worth the discomfort to see Rufus under the water. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back. He runs his hands through his long ginger hair, dark brown in the moisture. Him, reaching his hands behind his head, stretching his chest out, slick white soap running down his shapely body.

Oh, who could resist?

I reach my hands forward and place them on his chest. He gives a little laugh, but it becomes a moan as I caress my hands down his abs. As soon as the soap is out of his face, he opens his eyes and grins widely. Rufus suddenly ducks down, and I feel both of his hands underneath the backs of my thighs. In one smooth motion, he lifts me up. I give a little giggle as he carries me, hitching my legs around his waist. He steps forward and braces me against the wall of the shower. A sharp cold spreads over my back, but his hot, wet body presses against my front. He holds me there for a second—I’m already gasping.

Then, he rests his body against me and slides in—one slow, smooth motion. I stutter a moan. My body wraps around his cock, grateful for every inch he gives me. Sharp bolts of pleasure crash up and down my body from inside. The orgasm is already coming—I’ve been waiting for it. He grips the back of my thigh, fingers sinking into the fat of my legs, keeping me still as his hips start to buck. There’s a nearly painful tingling of pleasure as he slowly pulls a few inches out and then thrusts inside, followed by a sudden crash of sensation through me. A moan pushes out of me every time he thrust—pleading without words, my screams of pleasure getting higher and higher with every movement of his cock.

I arch into him. Pleading. Moaning. My hands claw into his back.

“Ru—Rufus! Oh! Fuck! Yes!”

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