Page 25 of Dragon Stepbrother's Secret Baby

I buried my face between her legs and the taste of her dripping pussy on my tongue propelled me over the last cliff. This was mine. Nothing would stop me from taking and devouring every single inch of her.

She collapsed against the wall mewing and whimpering with every tortured lick. Her sweet, sugary juices gushed down my throat. I could never get enough of mauling her to the heights of ecstasy.

Her fingers laced into my hair and she rode my mouth in deep, pumping thrusts. She moaned and tried to spread her legs, but her jeans wouldn’t let her.

Having her confined and unsatisfied electrified me even more. I wanted to tease her to the limit like this.

She almost buckled when I slipped my fingers up her thighs and rubbed her engorged pussy lips while I licked her. She cried and contorted against the wall and then she screamed as I slipped my fingers inside.

She screamed again and again taking my fingers all the way into her tight, hot depths. Her honey gave me superhuman strength and I drilled my hand in faster and harder.

She matched my energy and my rhythm. She needed this and so much more.

I stoop up and kissed her, but her body wouldn’t stop shaking with all the insatiable desire coursing through her. I wanted to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her right here against this wall. I wanted to drill her straight into it and then turn her around and take her from behind.

I pulled her shirt over her head and then, like something out of a dream, her hand closed on my tight, hot bulge.

I froze as she started massaging me through my pants. She found every sensitive spot just the way she used to. She stroked a little harder, a little faster. I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I clenched my teeth and raised my hand to unbutton my fly, but she got there first. She pulled it aside and her wicked little hand darted inside my shorts. In a split second, her fingers closed around my shaft and she started stroking.

I stared deep into her eyes feeling that rush of ecstasy scorching through my veins. I needed to fucking destroy her with this cock. I would explode any second now if I didn’t.

She kept kissing me, but my lips barely responded. That feeling of her touching me wiped every other thought from my mind.

She didn’t wait long enough for me to take her. She dropped on her knees in front of me, and before I could move, she steered my cock into her mouth.

The power and energy of her mouth nearly knocked me off my feet. I staggered and had to hold myself up against the wall. She swallowed me deep and then started sucking nice and hard and deep. Her tongue swirled around my nuts at every stroke and made me groan.

I drooped hanging my weight off my arm, but in a second, her mouth took over and I lost control. I’d been away from her for too long.

She descended on top of me in a maddening rhythm taking me all the way to the hilt. Every deep, gut-wrenching suck pulled me into her and my body responded. I thrust into her mouth again and again.

The sensation escalated to the breaking point, and without thinking, I grabbed her by the hair. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I needed her too badly.

I roared as I unloaded into her mouth, but she only relaxed in my grasp and swallowed every drop. I exploded into her and then buckled. I rested my forehead on my arm, but she wouldn’t stop sucking me even after she drained me of all my strength.

Her mouth made me too sensitive so I had to pull her off. She stood up and kissed me again, but I was too out of my mind to think straight.

She pulled me toward the bed and fell over when her jeans tripped her up. She toppled across the mattress and we both started laughing. “Be careful,” I told her. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Her eyes twinkled and she kicked her jeans the rest of the way off. Her body looked so inviting like this. I had to go over there and kiss her, but the same madness no longer infected my mind. I would have all the time in the world to fuck her against every wall in this apartment. I would take her from every angle and in every position….but not now.

She stretched out on my bed wearing nothing but her lacy purple bra. Her body trembled at my every touch….and then I noticed.

Three perfectly round scars marred her flawless skin. The first went through the upper corner of her shoulder. Another punched through her ribs on the left side and the other went through her stomach.

They hypnotized me into staring at them even as my hand moved across them. It took me a second to realize what I was seeing. These must be the scars from when she got shot.

I looked up to find her staring at me with that scared, pleading look. She had no idea how incredibly beautiful she was. She was a thousand times more beautiful because she risked her to save our son. These scars bore mute testimony to her bravery and dedication. I was seeing the evidence right before my eyes.

I couldn’t help bending down to kiss those scars. I never wanted to stop kissing them and every other part of her. I could spend the rest of my life admiring her and it would never be enough.

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RILEY

I rolledover onto my stomach and peered at the clock on Kingston’s bedside table. “Shouldn’t we go downstairs? We’ve been up here for a while.”

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