Breaking Dragon_ Savage Brothers MC(66)

“Who told you it was okay for you to mark that skin up Nicole?”

“Don’t you like it?” Worried now because of what he has yet to see.

“Fuck yeah, but I don’t like the idea of some fucker touching your body without me there Nicole. You get a spanking for that.”

Umm…yikes, now I am nervous about revealing the rest of it to him.

“It was a woman. Bull wouldn’t let Lee work on me.”

“Well it appears at least one of my men still has his brains.”

“Time to strip, Mama and don’t you dare act like you don’t want this, after you begged me for it,” he says stroking his cock slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. God he looks so damned good, just like that.

His hand moving over his huge cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can feel the heat move through my body. I can feel the wetness sliding down between my thighs. My legs grow weak. It’s time and though I’m a little worried, I’m too turned on to resist. I bend down to start with my boots, figuring that would be easier.

“Leave the fucking boots on.” He growls, still stroking his cock.

I lick my lips seeing the wet sticky drop on his cock’s head and wishing I could taste it. I take a deep breath figuring I’ve delayed enough and grab my sweater dress and pull it over my head in one quick movement. His eyes grow hard and he’s staring at the tattoo on my neck. I know he can only glimpse it from this angle. So I decide to bite the bullet.

“What the fuck did you…”

I turn around and face the bar, pull my hair to the side of my neck and over my shoulder so he can see the complete tattoo.

He makes a sound like an animal. His hand goes first to my thigh which is the beginning of the tattoo and travels over my ass and up my back.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back and growls in my ear again.

“Lean over this fucking bar and hold the fuck on because I’m going to wear your sweet little pussy out.”

“God yes,” I moan bending over, spacing my legs apart to make room for him. My hands grasp the bar and I hold on tight. I know what’s coming; I ache for what’s coming.

“That’s it Mama. I hope you’re ready for me because I’m not waiting.”

“I’m ready Dragon, I’m more than…”

I scream out in pleasure as he slams into me. The first stroke is hard and powerful as he sinks all the way in. I feel his balls slap against me. It takes my breath away. It has been awhile, and the feel of him is amazing but extremely tight. I feel so full it’s on the verge of painful but in a very good way.

He pulls my hair again pulling my head back as he leans over me, his strokes slower and smoother now, but just as powerful.

“Is this what you wanted Nicole? Did you need me to fuck you so hard that you’ll walk crooked for a week?”

“Yes...”

“You belong to me. My mark all over your body, I know what you’ve given me and you’re not fucking getting it back, you hear me Mama? You’re mine.”

“Forever,” I gasp as he slams home again and again.

“Play with your clit Mama. Do it, I’m close and I want to feel you explode all over my cock before I blow.”

I do as he orders, but I’m so close that with just one touch, I shoot off into the stars. It's so intense that I’m barely lucid when he joins me just moments later.



******

It’s been a few hours, we’ve made it to our room, but I can still hear the party outside. They are probably afraid to come back in. The thought makes me giggle.

“What’s so funny Mama?”

“I’m happy.”

He leans down and kisses me, his tongue caressing mine slow and soft and sucking on it gently. It lacks the ferocity that usually involves our lovemaking, but instead it feels sweet and gentle like he is savoring our connection. Or maybe that’s just what I’m feeling, either way, it is divine.

“I love you Detroit ‘Dragon’ West.”

“I love you too Mama, down to the marrow in my bones. Forever.”

Holy fuck!

I get the words from him that I thought I would never hear. I cry like a big baby. I can’t help it. I knew he did, well mostly. Yet, to actually hear him say the words, does something to me I wasn’t expecting at all.

“Forever,” I sniffle and cry harder.

Dragon sits up in bed and gathers me in his arms. His hand strokes softly in my hair and his presence warms me all the way through.

“Forever,” he whispers while he holds me close.

We don’t say anything else, but then again, nothing needs to be said. Nothing at all. In this moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt I am in the one place in this world I was born to be—Dragon’s arms.