Cruel Daddy Dragon (Candara Dragon Ops #3)

Chapter 13 - Rufus

As we snuggle on the couch together, we watch the fire crackling for a moment. It’s sizzling away, and the logs start bowing down as the fire burns through them.

Sarah has folded around my body, slotting into me like a jigsaw piece. It’s like she was meant to be here. Once the conversation has lulled, we just sit for a moment. Sarah finishes her hot chocolate and places the mug on the side table with a light clink.

After she does so, she snuggles into me and gives a contented sigh.

“So,” she murmurs, “do I have you to myself tonight, or are you going to be very suddenly called back?”

A shiver trembles through my spine.

“Uh, well, I don’t think I was supposed to stay this long,” I lean down and murmur to her, “So, I don’t think it’ll make a difference if I stay longer.”

“Good,” she replies.

Sarah suddenly shifts her weight, placing her hands on my shoulders and leaning on me. She catches me off guard, and suddenly, she’s straddling me. The blanket is draped over the back of her shoulders, and as she sits on top of me, a wicked smile spreads over her face. As her thick thighs clench around my hips, she reaches to the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it up over her head. Once she’s revealed, I just stare at how wonderful she is. Her soft, cream-colored skin, her curvaceous form… I run my eyes from her waistband upwards. Her stomach isn’t flat, as is natural with a voluptuous woman’s body, and I love it. I reach my hands up and sink into a soft handful of her. As I run my eyes up further, taking in her hourglass figure before I settle on her breasts. They’re almost bigger than a handful and pressed up together in her small bra. I move my hands up her body, and she shimmers with a wanting gasp.

She laughs breathlessly as I give her breasts a little squeeze. Sarah reaches behind her and unclips her bra. The scrap of material falls away, and I see her glorious tits, so perfectly round, light pink nipples standing erect in front of me. I sit up from under her, and she ends up on my lap. I lean toward her, scanning her carefully. But her eyes are twinkling a devilish sparkle as I lower toward her. My hands move to the back of her shoulders, and I move my mouth to her tits. I take her boob into my mouth, curling my tongue around the silky soft nipple. Sarah shudders and moans under me. She melts into my grip, leaning backward into my hands. I tickle the sweet nipple with my tongue, and she groans.

“Oh—oh, yes! Rufus! Rufus! ”

I am so hard right now. There’s nothing between me and her except her jeans, scraping lightly against my erection. I release her nipple from my mouth and start to shift my weight, leaning her down. But then her hand presses on my bare chest.

“No!” she says suddenly.

My stomach drops. No?! Does she not want—?!

“I’m going on top this time,” Sarah declares breathlessly.

I give a small laugh—part relief, part arousal. Sarah leans forward and kisses my neck.

“When I fantasized about you,” she purrs, “I wanted to ride that dick, but you caught me off guard last time. This time, you’re going down!”

A little ripple of pleasure moves through me, and a low moan escapes my throat. My cock is straining against itself, and I’m so hard at her words.

But I grin:

“Are you going to make me?” I tease.

“Oh, I bet I can!” she purrs in return.

“Because I think I might be able to make you go down easier. Like this!”

I dart forward again and catch one of her nipples with my mouth. I swirl my tongue around her hard nipple, and I feel her shudder, then melt into my arms a little before she stiffens and laughs a little:

“No!” she protests, “I’m going on top!”

“Mm.” I leave her nipple and look at her, “And how are you going to do that?”

She bites the corner of her lips a little, staring right into my eyes. Then, I feel her fingers close around my cock. Every touch is electric—a shot of arousal crashes through me, and I stiffen under her touch.

“O—oh, fuck!” I gasp, “Th—that’s cheating!”

Sarah chuckles lightly. Her lightly closed fist brushes up and down the length, and every light touch makes me fight to keep my senses. I want to fold. I want to lean back and be swallowed up by the pleasure.

But I fight it and grin.

“Nice try,” I growl playfully.

My hands move back to her. One hand is on her nipple, circling it gently with her thumb. I reach my other hand to her back and rake my hand down her smooth skin. She stutters another moan, but before I can lean her back, Sarah ducks down. Before I can comprehend it, her soft, wet little mouth closes around my dick.

“O—oh fuck! ” I gasp, “Sarah! Sa—Ah!”

Her lips drag up, just enough resistance to send shuddering pleasure up me. Her tongue brushes underneath, licking so slowly under the head in a way that forces a whimper from me. My hips start thrusting into her mouth—I feel her chuckle. It’s building… I can feel the orgasm encroaching.

Oh, fuck! I’m not just going to lose if she keeps going—I’m going to cum!

I grit my teeth and try to endure the orgasm knocking. Mercifully, she releases me from that glorious mouth and starts sitting up, reaching toward me.

Oh, no! I’m not going down that easy!

I lean toward her, feeling my erection grind against her inner thigh. She moans, and I lean in. I kiss her neck, biting just a little bit. She gives a delighted yelp. I lean forward, and she yields a little.

My hand snakes down into the waistband and further. I find the slit between her body and brush all of my fingers over the outside, and she whimpers into my ear. She arches into me. After a second of teasing, I slide two of my fingers into her. She gives another sharp cry of pleasure, pressing against me. She’s so slick on the inside, warm and wet, and I take my time exploring her before I find that little hard bean. I tap it once, and she jolts under me.

Got you.

I’m careful to be gentle as I touch it, circling my fingers around, slowly and softly at first. She starts moaning immediately, choking on her own pleasure as she arches her hips.

“Oh! Rufus!” s he screams, “Faster! Pl—please!”

I do it. I press just a little harder and circle faster. Faster.

She’s starting to buck her hips under my touch, head thrown back as she moans. My cock is only a few moments from bursting— I can’t take those moans from her! If she’s going to keep going, I’m going to cum right here and now!

Almost in one motion, I lean her down, whip her pants and panties off in one motion, and plunge in.

Sarah screams in pleasure, and her hands snap up and clench on my bare shoulders. She drags her nails down my back—the pain swirls with the arousal shuddering up my cock. I groan. The orgasm builds… builds—and then explodes into a white-hot wave of pleasure through my body. I roar triumphantly as I fill her, and Sarah cries out under me.

After a second, I sag, spent. I pull out of her, and Sarah gasps, her eyes rolled up into her head. I roll off her and lay behind her on the couch—barely any room for the two of us. I loop my arm around her, her warm back pressed against my slick front. Her hand holds onto me. She pants hard—I can feel her back heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

I kiss her bare shoulder.

“You lose,” I tease.

“Huh?” she pants.

“You didn’t get me to go down,” I purr, “I ended up on top again.”

“Ah, fuck,” she chuckles, “You’re right!”

“I told you I wasn’t going down that easy!” I laugh back.

She chuckles.

“Oh, I’ll get you some time,” Sarah murmurs. She snuggles into my arm and huffs a large, content sigh, “Sometime…”

“Well,” I purr, “you’re welcome to try anytime.”

Sarah chuckles. Then, her breathing slows. She falls asleep in my arm, cuddling it to her as she sleeps.

She looks so sweet when she’s asleep. Just so soft. I pull her closer to me, and I kiss the exposed part of her shoulder. After that, I just rest my face against her and join her in a deep sleep.

***

A sharp buzzing rings through. Sarah’s body, sprawled over my naked form, gives a flinch.

“Ugh…” She groans, “What’s that? Stop it!”

She leans up, pressing her hand on my chest as she heaves herself into a sitting position. I also sit up and see my phone on the side, ringing away. As I watch, I miss the call.

“It’s my phone,” I answer Sarah, sliding out from underneath her.

She groans and cuddles up under the blanket as I leave. I walk and check my phone.

“Oh,” I say.

“Mm. What?” she groans.

“Remember how I wasn’t supposed to stay here overnight?” I say, “Well, it looks like the Candara team aren’t very happy with me.”

As I look through my locked phone, I can see a text from almost everyone, with various levels of urgency in their words. Whether it’s a mocking text from Kaius, a pleading text from Milo, or a formal command from Evander, everyone’s saying the same thing: Cyrus wants you back now .

As I read them through in detail, I realize why they’re freaking out: Cyrus and Evander are supposed to leave for the council this morning!

Damn, I promised I would be back!

“Uh, I’m really sorry, Sarah—I promise this isn’t about you,” I say apologetically, “but they need me back right now.”

She groans, and I hear her get up.

“Really?” she says, “Now? What time is it? Is it late?”

I check my phone.

“About ten past eight.”

“ What?!” s he yelps, standing up from the couch, “Eight in the morning? Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure,” I answer, “I don’t think you get that kind of sunlight at eight in the evening.”

“Oh, god!” Sarah starts running around, grabbing items of clothing, “I was supposed to turn up to my shift at six!”

She darts across the room and grabs her phone.

“Ah! It’s dead!” she growls, “No wonder I didn’t wake up!”

She yanks on both her underwear and pants. As she does, she grunts: “Ow!”

“What’s up?” I ask.

“Something in my pants pocket jabbed my thigh,” she grunts, rooting around in the pocket.

Sarah spends a second ferreting around in her pocket but then pulls it out and barks a laugh. Before I can question anything, she hands me something.

“Here,” she says.

“What’s this?”

“It was what was sticking me in my leg,” she says, “It’s the ring. I don’t know if it’s yours or if it’s a relic, but here you go.”

She presses it into my hand. A deep shiver runs through me.

“Thanks,” I answer.

“I need to get to work,” she says, then looks at me and pauses.

I wait for a second, and she keeps staring at me, thinking. She makes her decision and leans forward. I wait for her, and her lips touch mine for a second.

After the kiss, she leans back.

“See you later,” she says.

“Yeah. See you later,” I say back.

With that, Sarah leaves the house. That last part… it really felt like a proper marriage for a second there.

I look down at the ring in my hand—the one she found in the cave. My heart drops when I look down at it.

It’s not my ring—I can tell that right now. But it shines in my hand, a dull copper, sending shivers through me the longer I look at it.

Oh, my god. It’s a relic. She actually found a relic! I have to tell everyone right now!

I’m sure the relic will soften the blow of my turning up so late…