Page 180 of Dragon 7

“You better be.”

“I need to stamp my claim to your pussy.”

I widened my eyes. “Everyone knows it’s yours.”

“Are you sure about that?” He placed his cock at my entrance and pushed just the tip in.

“Oh.” My breath caught.

He went in some more.

The piercing was there—cold, hard and right there. My pussy clenched around it before he had even given me the rest.

“Very naughty Tiger.” He sneered, grabbing my legs up. I couldn’t even stop him as he began to spread me even wider and have my knees up to my chest.

Before I could speak, he sank that big cock into me in one long, ruthless slide.

The stretch burned.

The piercing dragged.

Every inch of him carved a place inside me that I did not know existed until this second.

Oh God. Oh God.

He bottomed out and stayed there. His forehead lowered to mine. His chest heaved. Sweat dripped from his hairline onto my cheek.

I looked down between us.

I could see where his thick cock stretched me open, where my wetness coated the base of him already, where the dark hair at his root pressed against my own. His stomach flexed against mine. The dragon tattoo curling over his ribs moved with every breath. His piercing was buried so deep inside me I could feel the shape of it against my walls.

And through the bond, purpose poured in.

I felt his unmistakable, driving primal need to fill me with his cum.

To flood me with it.

To empty himself so deep inside my womb that his seed would not be able to help but take.

Jesus Christ. He’s insane.

It was so strong my vision blurred at the edges again as his intention slid raw and unfiltered through our bond. I could damn near formulate the thoughts in his head.

“I am going to fuck a baby back into you.”

I gasped.

“I am going to come inside you ten times a day. Every day. For as long as it takes.”

“Kenji—”

“Morning. Noon. Middle of the night. My cock will live inside this pussy until you give me another child.”

OH FUCK!

My whole body flushed hot. My pussy clenched around him so hard he groaned. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice whispered is it too soon, we just lost her, are you ready—but that voice was drowning.

Drowning in his lust.