Page 94 of Cruel Daddy Dragon

He groans a throaty sigh into my ear. His teeth close in on my neck, pinching my skin. The dullest throbbing pain spreads through me—I cry out.

He growls. He starts thrusting faster, moving faster. I’m starting to moan louder. I’m beating in sensation. It’s building, rising in me. My eyes roll back. It’s coming. I’m coming.

Oh—oh, god! Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes! Rufus!

It explodes in me. White hot pleasure crashes through my body. I howl in pleasure, and Rufus catches his breath for a second before he groans in his own orgasm.

It slows. I feel the last of the cock movement, twitching inside me. It all slows, and I melt against him, completely spent. His heart is hammering in his chest, and I can’t tell if the slickness between us is water or sweat. He heaves a few heavy breaths and then puts me down again. I stumble and fall against him. He gives a breathless chuckle.

“Are you okay?” he pants.

“Sorry,” I murmur, “My legs won’t work!”

Rufus laughs a throaty laugh. He snuffles his face into my neck and kisses it.

“Good to know,” he chuckles, “That must have meant I did a good job.”

I laugh and rest my head on his collarbone. I’m fighting for breath, the tiredness of a good orgasm flowing through me. He plants another kiss on me.

“I love you, Sarah,” he purrs to me.

“I love you too,” I murmur back to him.

Rufus presses his face against mine.

“You want to dry off and go to bed?”

I plant a kiss on his neck.

“I don’t think I want anything more.”

He snuggles his head into me. When he does, it makes everything feel all right. Like everything’s going to be okay. When Rufus rests against me, everything’s right with the world.

Epilogue - Sarah

The delicious smell of bacon wafts through to me. I sniff hard and open my eyes. I’m alone in bed, the golden beams of sunlight breaking through the blinds and landing on my face.

No matter how many times it happens, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this wonderful, timeless feeling. Waking up, warm and content, the man I love cooking me breakfast downstairs.

I’ve really been craving bacon lately… I wonder if it’s a pregnancy thing? I thought pregnancy cravings were meant to be weird crap, like pickles in ice cream or something, but I’ve just been eating so much bacon lately. That and other kinds of meat.

Suddenly, something in my stomach twinges. I give a gasp and clutch my belly.

Damn. Already?

These dragons definitely grow up so fast! I’m not even sure I’m showing yet and the dragon baby’s already kicking? I guess that they’re going to be very strong, whatever they turn out to be. It’s not going to be long before everyone knows…

Well, the fact that I have Rufus at my side definitely helps. With him with me, I don’t feel scared to face the world.

I slowly get up out of bed and see my uniform spread over the chair by the bed where I left it. I get dressed, making sure I’m doing it justice, tying my hair back in a neat ponytail, and fixing it with hair clips. My uniform still fits for now, but I’m probably going to have to get a new one soon…

Once I look textbook perfect, I walk down to see Rufus at the stove, bacon sizzling away in a frying pan. He looks sobeautiful in the mornings. All crumpled and tousled and natural andhim.

He looks over his shoulder at me and smiles.

“Good morning, Sheriff!” he calls playfully, “Sleep well?”

“Hey,” I reply, smiling, “yeah, I did.”

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