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“I love these,” I told her, dragging my mouth over the dragon, then up on her neck, making my way to her mouth. I crushed my lips on hers again, this time with plenty of tongue. “Do I need a condom?”

I didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.

She shook her head. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. You?”

I chuckled. “Well, I’m not on the pill, but I’m clean. We get tested periodically. Not that I’d had much sex lately to warrant it.”

“I thought you hadn’t had any.”

“Babe, the only sex I’ve had in the last few months is the kind that I provide for myself. This is like a miracle, and I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Then let’s leave those rubber boots in the drawer this time.”

“Candy to my dirty thoughts.”

With that, I plunged deep into her, taking her all at once, enjoying the intense warmth of her slick pussy as it clenched around my heavy cock. I knew she wouldn’t have any problem taking all of me. Not after how she’d drenched my face, keeping her promise.

I pounded her hard and fast, so fast her breasts moved under her bra.

“Let’s get that off,” I told her, reaching around with one hand and unsnapping the dang thing, then slipping it off to expose a set of breasts so perfect, I couldn’t help but knead each one and tug on her round, hard nipples. Her white-blond hair haloed her stunning face, and the grin on her lips told me she enjoyed this as much as I did.

I drilled her with everything I had, while her legs tightened around my waist. Within moments, everything changed to that point when I could feel I was ready to unload inside her.

“Oh, yeah,” she yelled in a deep, sexy voice, meant only for me. “Now. Let’s come now.”

Her voice was my trigger, and I drenched her womb with rope after rope of my thick cum, joining her moans with my own. Both of us bucking out our release until I knew we both escaped this world and went somewhere that felt so fucking good, we wanted to linger there for as long as we could.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I growled. “Fuck it all!”

Just as we were both floating down from heaven, I heard the familiar sound of little feet running up the hallway.

We both jumped up so fast, not only did I slide out of her, but she rolled off me and right off the bed with a loud thump.

Liberty 8

The good thing about landing on the floor on this side of the bed, was that the bathroom was within crawling distance. The bad thing was that the shock to my system, when I fell off the bed, nearly knocked the wind out of my lungs. Fortunately, I was able to catch my breath, and I’d grabbed a blanket on the way down. So, even though the door opened, and little feet came charging inside the room, I was hoping I could slither away without anyone noticing.

I’d made it within mere feet to the bathroom when a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Why are you on the floor?” Hank asked. “You have a dragon on your shoulder. Are you a secret dragon? Can you fly?”

I swung around to see him standing at the foot of the bed, watching, his head tilted like a cute puppy, trying to figure out what he was seeing. His blanket had been slung over his shoulder.

So much for hoping to slink away.

“I… um…”

“Did you lose something?” Emily, Austin’s four-year-old daughter, asked as she hung over the side of the bed, blond, long locks tossed all around her head. She was a child after my own heart with the color of her hair and the bright colors she liked to wear. According to Loraine, Emily preferred dresses, and today she wore a frilly lime-green creation with yellow stitching on the boddice. She also wore several yellow bows in her hair.

“We can help you find it,” Annie offered, as she plopped down on the carpeted floor and lifted part of my blanket to look under it. I, of course, pulled it out of her hand, as I held the opposite end up against my body. At five, Annie was the oldest of the kids and the most cooperative. She loved to help, which was why I knew her offer was genuine. I knew this from Kasey, having filled me in on this during the interview. Today, she wore jeans, a Western shirt, and black cowboy boots. Nothing girly for her. She was a straight-up working cowgirl, and according to Kasey, could even rope a horse if anyone would let her.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” Hank asked as he picked up my bra from the floor and held it up.

I reached over and snatched it out of his hand. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Is this a game? I’m good at games,” Annie said, as she pulled my shirt out from just under the bed. “Look what I found. Do I win?”

“Mine is bigger,” Emily said. “I think I win.” She dangled my pants over the side of the bed.

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