Page 13 of Draco's Fire

“Oh really, how’s it going so far?”

“It’s good to be right.” He grinned as he spoke.

“Let me show you what I’ve been thinking about.” She stood and pulled him up from his knees before unfastening his belt and trousers. They dropped to the floor and she pulled his boxers down too and allowed his massive erection to spring out.

It stood straight out from him at ninety degrees. “You’re right, it is nice to be right.” She said, smiling back at him. She couldn’t keep her hands off of it, stroking it lightly and even reaching back to gently massage his scrotum.

Tyson closed his eyes and his breath escaped. In that moment, Shayla was in complete control of him, but she let go.

When he opened his eyes he saw her sauntering around to the back of the leather chair, and braced her hands on the top corners of it. “It’s big, but I don’t think you can fuck me from over there.” She said.

Tyson didn’t waste a moment, and joined her, in every sense of the word. Just before he entered her, Shayla said, “I might normally ask for lube on a cock like that, but I think you’ve properly greased the wheels already.”

He plunged into her, and they both felt the incredible connection. It was already so much more than sex. In no time at all, Tyson was pounding her pussy with everything he had, and what he had was a lot.

He pounded harder and harder, hitting her cervix, and then she felt is cock swelling even more, knowing he was about to cum. Good news because she couldn’t hold on any longer either. They roared together in ecstasy so strong it shook the rafters and Shayla could feel another surge of her squirt running down her legs.

Tyson pulled out and she turned to embrace him while kissing sweetly.

As their panting breath slowed, Tyson said. “Stay with me tonight.”

Every part of Shayla wanted to say yes, but “As much as I want to. You’re still in danger, and I have a job to do. I won’t sleep until I know you’re safe.”

Nine

Tyson

Tyson didn’t care if it was a tourist cliché or not—Strawberry Fields had always been one of his favorite spots in Central Park. This morning was going to take every bit of his strength and he felt comfortable enough in the space to make it a perfect choice for the meeting.Never underestimate the benefits of home court advantage, especially when you already know how devastating the other team can be.

He traced the edge of the famous Imagine mosaic with his foot, trying to take courage in its promise of peace. The trick failed and his thoughts stuck to the real reason he was here.

Shayla.

As if summoned by her name, she walked into view. Memories of their passion made him flush with heat and her smile left him nearly undone. Nearly every instinct he had pushed him to claim her again. He froze.

“This is, without a doubt, an absolutely perfect day to be in the Park. I applaud your most excellent choices and thank you for your invitation,” she said as she treated him to a perfectly executed curtsey, of all things. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and added an adorable hit of sass to the formality of her speech.

Something clenched in his chest at the sight, and he almost lost it before he’d had a chance to say a word. Lucky for him, the social script, however whimsical, was an easy one to follow. He responded without any visible sign of discomfort, “You are most welcome. I wish I could take credit for the weather, but alas, I cannot.”

He bowed with a flourish.Old reflexes die hard, I guess. Good to know I’ve still got it.

Her answering laugh was genuine and she moved in close to nestle at his side. She whispered, “Missed you.”

This is going to hurt—and a lot more than I thought it would.

Under the guise of leading her to one of the far benches, he neatly dodged both her words and the public display of affection. “Let’s find a more private spot,” he said. Tyson made sure to stay one step ahead as they walked—any more distance would sour everything from the jump and any less would make the next few minutes infinitely worse.

It only took two turns before they found a secluded space. It was funny how the crowds could thin out so quickly even in the bustling park. “This will do,” he said and gestured toward the cleanest bench.

He waited to take a seat before choosing his own place just out of easy reach. Tyson forced himself to take in every reaction. He watched the brightness in her eyes dim and her smile falter.Rip the bandage off quickly. No one is going to benefit from drawing this out a second longer than necessary.

“I’m not going to dance around—I owe you that much. What happened last night was amazing, but it can’t continue,” he said.

Shayla stiffened as the walls she’d lowered for him slammed up to surround her once again. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He gave her the only thing he could—a little space.

Tyson had always prided himself on not being the kind of man who would slink away the morning after like some weaselly sneakthief. A one-night stand wasn’t a true commitment, but it didn’t mean you had any right to treat the other person like garbage. And though he was ending things, being with Shayla was nothing like a one-night stand.

So why was this starting to feel a lot like that’s how I’m treating her?

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