Page 30 of Dragon’s Dream

You hear a scoff and as I open my eyes I see Whip and Dragon make it down to the floor. The next thing I see is Whip walking over to the recliner that Peyton is sleeping on and he leans down kissing her on the forehead. I watch as Peyton stirs and looks up at Whip.

“What are you doing here?” She whispers.

“I came to get my woman, I want you in bed with me.”

She looks down at her phone, “It’s three o’clock in the morning, why are you still awake?”

“I was waiting for you, baby. Then I texted Dragon to see what was going on and he said it sounded like you guys were all finally passed out. I wanted to come get you so you could come sleep in our bed before we head home tomorrow after church.”

She nods her head and goes to stand, but Whip seems to be too quick for her where he bends down and lifts her in his arms bridal style. He looks up and makes eye contact with me and as he goes to turn around he winks at me. My eyes move over to Dragon and find him watching me. The eye contact is so intense I end up looking away and look at Rose who’s head is on my shoulder.

“We are going to want to move her so she isn’t uncomfortable. How about I take her upstairs to your room?” Dragon asks.

I nod my head and he comes over and picks Rose up, bridal style. He then nods his head towards the stairs.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you ladies to bed. I’ll keep the baby monitors tonight, so you can get your sleep.”

Chapter Ninetine

Dragon

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.” I say as I pound into Liza.

She feels so fucking good, when she walked into my room this morning taking off her clothes and climbing into bed I could not say fucking no. She had got back from bringing the boys to daycare at the clubhouse and apparently was feeling that she needed her man. Even though she is still denying that I am her man, we have been hooking up again pretty regularly for the past month and a half since we fucked in the shower that day. Every single time she tells me it means nothing, but I know that she knows it means something. Just looking in her eyes as I’m buried inside of her, you can see it in her eyes. As much as I love her, she loves me that much too. I don’t need her to say it to me, I can fucking see it every time she looks at me.

I groan as I feel her pussy clench around my dick.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my dick. I want you to suck me dry with your pussy.”

“Fuck! Cane, yes! FUCK!!”

She clenches around me and I roar my release at the same time. I bury my face in her neck and pepper kisses down her neck as she rubs my back. I eventually roll off of her and go to pull her into me, but she’s already climbing off the bed.

“Thanks for that.”

“Where are you going? And you know you don’t have to fucking thank me. What the hell is that?”

“Well I’ve been stressed with starting a new job and being away from the kids, so I appreciate your help alleviating that.”

I hate this is where she is at, acting like sex is just this transactional bullshit that it has never been with her.

“Can you stop doing that shit?”

She looks up at me as she’s walking towards my dresser, probably for a shirt.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut the shit Liza, yes you do. You’re acting like that was something it wasn’t. We’ve been doing this for over a month and I’m tired of you just acting like what we have is just sex.”

She lets out a dry laugh and shakes her head.

“That’s what this has always been, I just wasn’t aware of it before.”

With that I stand up and stalk towards her, getting in her space until I have her pinned against the wall with my body. She places her hands on my chest.

“You know damn well, that’s never what we had. We never really talked about shit, but you’ve always been my woman. Even when I did what I did. I was just trying to protect you, damn it and I’m sick and tired of you punishing me. I missed eight months of you pregnant with my baby. I missed him being born because you didn’t want me in there, I’ve done everything I can to try and make up for that mistake with you. What more do you want me to do, Liza?”

She starts to push me, but the fact that I’m much bigger than she is, it’s not happening.