Angel And Her Dragon Homeward Bound

The drive to his place was a lot longer than fifteen minutes. But then again, we did stop again. And that's my fault. I couldn't stop thinking about sucking his cock, about how I tasted on him. From where I rested against his shoulder, I sank down into his lap.

"Angel," he purred, shifting in his seat, "what're you up to?"

"I've got a thirst, my Dragon." I said hungrily, opening his dress pants again. I could smell our mixed musk and my mouth watered. "Will you let me sate it?"

"Yeah, I will." He groaned as I reached in, under his dress shirt and found him, growing harder with every second.

I felt our juices sticky and damp in my hand as I stroked him, moving my mouth closer. I felt him jerk when I closed my mouth over his thick head, when my tongue swirled around the ridge. I heard him groan when I stuffed as much of his cock down my throat as I could, when my fingers massaged his balls.

"Oh for fuck's sake, don't pull in front of me." I heard him groan softly as I bobbed up and down, noisily slobbering his cock. "Angel, you're really making me hard. Your mouth, oh fuck, oooohh."

I devoured him, slurping his cock and sucking the mix of our juices from every girthy inch, listening to his groans, his faster pants. I felt him shift his foot to the brake, lean forward and shift his Lincoln into park, felt his seat moving back, leaning back, giving me much more room. His hand slid down my back, over my ass, searching for my wetness, finding it and dipping under the hem of my panties, into me. Purring around his cock as I continued sucking and slurping wildly, feeling him shift under me to dip his fingers in deeper.

"Mmmm, Angel that feels so fucking good. Shift with me."

"Nuh-uh." I groaned around him.

"Let me eat you." He ground out through his clenched teeth. I felt his fingers entwining in my hair, combing it from my face so he could watch me.

I slowly shook my head no without taking my mouth from his cock. My tongue swirling around his head, tasting every seeping droplet, hearing him loose a slow, rumbling growl. My fingers wrapped firmly around his thick shaft, stroking steadily as my lips, teeth and tongue devoured his head.

"...really liking watching you suck me. Mmmm, you love sucking cock, huh?"

I met his gaze, nodding, lapping around his ridge, seeing him smile dazedly.

"...will you marry me?" he said, gently caressing my jaw. If I hadn't been sliding his cock into my throat I would've choked myself laughing. I pulled back, took my mouth from him with a pop.

"Dragon, you're kidding, right?"

"Yes, Angel, I am." His fingers threaded through my hair, cupping around my skull, gently pulling me to him, his mouth. "But, know this, you're mine. And I don't share."

"Neither do I. You're mine and mine alone."

"Let me take you to my home. We'll finish this there." He said raising his seat again, pulling my lips to his. "Damn, you're addicting."

He curled me into his side, after shifting into drive and pulling out onto the street again.

"I hope you like my house. I'm still working on it."

"Old house?"

"Yeah, Victorian from the early eighteen hundreds."

"Lots of gingerbread trim? Big wrap around porch? That's your house?" I asked surprised, sitting up to face him. "You're shitting me. I have been in love with that house since I worked down the street three years ago."

"Really?"

"Really. It was heartbreaking watching it fall apart and into disrepair."

"Long story about that, that I'll tell you inside." He smiled pulling into the driveway.

"Plenty of space between you and your neighbors." I said admiring his yard.

"Two and a half acres. No one will hear you scream." He teased, waggling his eyebrows at me, making me laugh.

"You're going to make me scream?"

"I plan on it. C'mon in." he grinned, sliding out his door pulling me along with him. "Pardon the reconstruction chaos. I'll have it all cleared out in the next year or two."

"I've always wanted to try a rehab. Didn't have either the time, the money or the courage to get to the finale."

"This one's special. And one I'll never sell." He began, leading me through the amazing keyhole doorway through the outer rings of chaos on a path to his refinished kitchen. "I've got beer, water, diet crap stuff, and tequila in the freezer."

"Water's fine. This is fucking amazing! I love these glass fronted cabinets. And this countertop... dear god."

"Does my countertop really thrill you like that?" he asked, handing me the cold bottle, gazing steadily down into my eyes. With both hands free, he slid them around me, drawing me tight against him. I could feel him, astoundingly hard again and moaned softly.

"Yeah, it does." I breathed into his mouth as he took my mouth. He threaded his fingers into the still clipped knot of hair at the back of my neck, popping the clip in half. He slowly humped against me, his big hand on my ass cheek pulling me tighter to him. I felt the solidity of the much appreciated countertop against my lower back, felt his hands shift and lift me onto it.

"How is this even possible?" he purred softly, stripping away my skimpy panties with a yank and a twist. I heard his pants hit the floor, felt him kick them away, and felt his cock suddenly snuggled tight and warm in my slit. He met my eyes again, his hand skimming up from my hip to find and knead my breast, my nipple as he dipped his thick head between my cunt lips. "Perfect height to fuck you. Or tease you."

His slippery head slid up, rubbing wetly over my hard clit, making me groan softly, slid back down to dip inside a little. Back and forth he went until he heard my keening deepen. Deep his cock dove.

"I feel you... rippling up and down my shaft. Yes, cum for me. Cum all night." He growled, his thumb rubbing gentle circles and patterns over my thumping clit. I felt fresh slickness dribbling down my ass onto the warming stone top. I felt his cock, thick and turgid, sliding out slowly, his head hovering in the gap of slick juices, before shoving in deep. Gasping, I clung to him as he began riding me, slow, slick steadily.

I slid my hands over his hips to stretch for his tight ass cheeks, feeling the solid muscles flexing beneath my fingers, digging into his flesh to make him go faster. Pulling. Slapping together. Thrusting. Teeth nipping, biting sharply. Rougher his hands grew, fingertips leaving red spots that will soon turn purple, thrusts that humped me up off the counter. His harsh panting beside my ear grew teeth, became a snarling howl as he jerked, shuddered, came.

"Holy shit. Oh, fuck, yessssss." I groaned against his throat as an aftergasm rippled through.

"Angel..." I heard him breathe softly. I purred, rubbing my nose along the solid column of his throat. "...my Angel... Now I can't wait to show you the master bedroom and its bathroom."

"Does this master bedroom have an actual bed in it?" I asked with a dazed grin, gazing up into his eyes.

"It does. One I think you're gonna fall head over heels for."

"Really?"

"You like my Lincoln. You'll love my bed."

"Hmmm, stop making me think. Solid. Huge. Luxurious."

"All that and more." His breath in my ear was warm but still sent shivers down my spine. I felt him pressing warm, slow kisses along the line of my throat, as his hands gently trailed down my back, my thighs.

"I don't know if I can stand." I admitted softly, hearing him snicker.

"I hope not." He laughed, making me snicker along. "We've got plenty of time. Damn, you get so tight with every one of those."

"Mmmmm, Aftergasms. Deliciousness." I purred in his hair, holding him tight around his shoulders.

"Aftergasms, huh? I like the sound of that." I felt his cock softening, slipping out and leaving my hole empty and dripping. I felt his pulse, still trimming wildly through his veins against my cheek. "Angel, look at me."

I looked up into his warm amber pools, seeing his heart there for the taking, feeling my heart flutter and flop, landing in the palm of his hand, if he realized it. He slid gentle fingertips up my ribcage, over my breasts, lingering long enough to circle both nipples to hardness, before stroking slowly up my neck, along my jaw.

"You're so beautifully rumpled right now. So very sexy."

"I feel rumpled... and sexy." His fingers slid to the nape of my neck, tugging me gently to meet his lips. Sensually nipping, sucking gently on his bottom lip, his tongue, as his hand held me in place.

"Mmmm, hang on a second..." he purred against my mouth, his hands sliding down my back, lifting me from the countertop and onto my wobbly legs. "How's that?"

"Wobbly as fuck!" I laughed, feeling my thighs and calves quivering, hearing him laugh with me. "They'll hold me in a minute." I grinned, leaning back against the counter, letting the blood flow return to my feet.

His dress shirt still hung open, showing me his tanned, well-built chest, his tight abdomen. A shadowy trail of fur trailing down into his manscaped fur patch, glistening with our mixed juices. His thick thighs trailing down to well sculpted calves, ending in his black sock encased feet. Every inch of him made to make me yearn and drool and ache. I let my gaze travel up, over his firm pecs, up his throat, seeing him swallow, his strong column of neck muscles. His jaw, his mouth smiling, his slim blade of nose, those warm dancing amber eyes.

"Liking what you see?"

"Very much so, my Dragon."

"Legs feeling steady now?"

"I think so."

"Then c'mon. Let me show you my bedroom... and my shower." He took my hand in his, leading me up the old servant stairs to the second floor.

Four doors stood open, showing plastic tarps everywhere. Well, everywhere except his bedroom. His walls were painted in a soft tropical turquoise. The trim, a crisp, clean white. Swags of fabric draped around the French doors that led to the second floor porch.

Against the far wall, his bed brooded silently. A massive, ornate, deep cherry four post, king sized field of a bed. A pile of thick, poofy pillows echoing the shade of the walls, sitting on a thick, white duvet. I could almost see myself, splayed dead center, wrists and ankles bound to each of the posts. I could almost see him buried between my thighs.

"Now that is a bed worthy of a dragon." I purred, leaning against the closest post, checking out the rest of the room. Both a highboy and an armoire, in matching deep cherry lined one wall. In the corner, a ladies table with a heart shaped mirror and stool, gleamed in the fading sunshine. He watched as I admired his choices, a pleased smile spreading over his lush mouth.

"Come see my shower." His smile became a grin as he shucked off his shirt, bearing the rippling tattoo of a Chinese dragon that wrapped around his torso and down his leg.

"Gorgeous tat. Take a long time?"

"Months. C'mere, check this out." I strolled closer, letting my dress slip to the floor. "Nice garter belt. I'm loving those stockings too."

"Thanks. I like them better than pantyhose."

"A lot sexier than pantyhose too, if I may say so."

"I'll remember that." I smiled at him as I brushed past him into the bathroom, then stood in amazement. A glass block wall enclosed the multi headed hydra ports. "Wow." I breathed, gazing lustfully at everything inside the shower.

"As much as I love those stockings, you gotta lose them to join me in here." He purred in my ear as he turned on the water. I watched him, dry mouthed, step inside, letting the water rain down on him from above, skimming over his chest and down over his cock and legs. "C'mon. It's nice and warm."

I don't remember sliding off the stockings or shimmying out of the garter belt. I do remember feeling the warm spray as I stepped in beside him. I remember how warm his skin was under my fingers. How gentle, how sensuous his hands were, as he slid soap over my whole body. How tenderly he soaped my cunt, his fingers slowly sliding around and between my sloppy lips.

Exploring his chest as I soaped him, spreading the lather over his abdomen and around to his back. He reached out, pressed a button and took the now spouting hand held head. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he slid it between my thighs, rinsing out my warming quim with relentless fingers. I slid my cheek against his slippery, soap coated chest when he delved two fingers deep inside.

"Angel..." he purred, stroking his finger slowly in and out, "...I want to eat this until you scream out my name."

"Oh damn."

"Wash your hair. Meet me in bed." He smiled, returning the hand held to its hook and pressing another button, making it rain down again. Dazed and horny again, I watched him rinse out the suds from his hair and body before he stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. When my brain started back up, I shampooed my hair, conditioned it and rinsed it, thinking about him and his words, feeling myself getting hot and bothered, anticipating his mouth. I figured out which button shut off the water and stepped out. He'd left two towels for me to wrap up in. Wrapped up, I strolled back into his bedroom, noticing a shimmery silver tray with snacks on it at the foot of the bed.

"I thought you might be hungry." He said lounging beside the tray, munching on grapes. I climbed up onto the high mattress, sinking into its plushness, worming my way beside him.

"I didn't think of it before now but I am." I said crunching on a slice of apple.

"Where did you grow up?" he asked, munching easily.

"Birmington. You?"

"Whit's Beach."

"Ooh, rich kid." I teased, remembering all the preppy pretty boys who drove the brand new Toyotas and Infinitys.

"Not that rich. I worked for everything. Dad's rules. Military Dad. Nurse Mom."

"Just how old are you?"

"A little older than you I think." He grinned, tossing another grape into his mouth.

"Did we ever meet before, do you think?" I asked, building a cracker and cheese sandwich.

"I would've remembered you. And I might've chased you down, made you mine then." He grinned, waggling his eyebrows lecherously.

"College?"

"School of hard knocks. The construction chapter. You?"

"A couple of on line courses but that's about it. Wait a minute, kinda rich kid, Nurse Mom and Military Dad didn't shove you toward some Ivy League school? Seriously?"

"They tried. I failed. Spectacularly. They realized my talents laid elsewhere and let me follow it."

"So, you're a carpenter."

"I'm a construction contractor. I'm the boss man."

"Congrats! What do you build?"

"Actually, my company does reconstructions. We bring old houses like this one back to life."

"Cool. Ever find anything in the walls?"

"Once. We found copies of the newspaper from when the Titanic sank."

"Pretty cool." I'd been sneaking glances at him, noticing the deep gold highlights in his thick hair, the way his dragon head moved every time he moved his arm.

"When did you start writing?"

"I think I always have been. Little blurbs here and there. Sometimes, I'd get one from start to finish. Those are like being possessed. The story doesn't let go until the last word is written. Mostly, I get a few scenes at a time. Short bursts." I answered, gesturing with my apple slice, making him smile.

"So, will you tell me about those sexy dreams of me you had?" he asked, his smile widening as he shifted to sit up beside me. He reached up, knocking the towel from my hair gently, watching as the still damp ropes trailed down over my shoulders.

"Not yet. I'll let you be the first to read it when I put the words down." I grinned up at him, tucking a thick rope behind my ear. He reached his fingers out, softly brushing along my jaw, down my neck.

"Will you let me know if I do something from your dream?" he asked, his eyes following his fingertips along the top edge of the towel.

"No. Tonight is very different from any of my dreams." I felt his fingers tugging at my towel, tugging it open, baring me to his sight.

"Angel, you're beautiful." He breathed, his eyes fixated on my rosy nipples as they tightened with the cooler air.

I watched him lick his lips hungrily, watched him swallow hard, watched him lean down to latch his mouth to my nipple. He laid me back on the mattress, giving him full access to both my breasts. His warm hand swallowed my c cup as he kneaded it firmly, his fingertips rolling my nipple between, just as deliciously as his teeth were on my other. I couldn't stop the loud moan as he began his assault. I felt him shift, settling between my thighs, warm, solid.

"Mmmm, my Dragon..." I breathed, squirming slowly under him, as he switched nipples. His teeth deliciously sharp, his strong fingers squeezing rhythmically, sending wild deep pulls in the depths of my cunt, making the heat there flare and blaze. I gazed down at him, finding his eyes on me. "Please..."

He shifted again, lower, nibbling and sucking, kissing his way over my stomach, down between my thighs. His fingers found my heat as his tongue found my clit, warm but firm. I looked down, meeting his eyes.

"Let me hear you." He growled around my pulsing nubbin.

"Are you sure?"

"Two acres. Nobody outside is going to hear you." His fingers slid deep, rubbing roughly inside, filling my hole and retreating, steadily, as his lips closed over my hard, hooded nubbin and sucked. His tongue swirling rhythmically over it, listening to my moans evolve to groans, to howls, as he sent me through the first, second and third orgasm. I heard him mumbling, catching the phrase 'love a squirter', felt his fingers thrusting in slickness. Again his tongue teased my still sensitive clit, making me twitch with every touch, my hips jerking with his fingers, spreading my slippery juices along my slit.

In a heartbeat, he rose over me, his dick tip slipping smoothly between my outer lips, finding the center of my heat, sinking slowly into me.

"Oh, dear god... yes, Drake, oh fucking yes!" He hadn't even sunk halfway in and I was cumming madly, soaking us. I felt him finally plumb my depth, his pubic bone resting against mine. Deep inside, I felt his dicktip rub and awaken that mooching button, felt energizing pulses of pleasure spark through me with every rub. "Fuh...fuh, oh fuuck, Drakedrakedrakedrake...oh fuck yes, yes, rough, yesss." It trailed off into a wild screaming howl.

"Yes, Angel. Love hearing you cum, feel you cumming." He purred in my ear, nipping my earlobe. "Angel, hold on. I'm gonna keep making you cum, as much as I can. I feel your cunt muscles clamping down on my shaft, like a ripple up and down my cock." Back he slid, making a low groan erupt from my chest that made him grin. "Barely even took it all the way out and you groan?"

"Fuck me. Please." I groaned, feeling his head hovering, just outside my hole, prying my eyes open to see his smile. I felt him fill me, inch by inch, thick and pulsating.

"I will. Soon enough, my Angel." He purred again, grinding his dicktip deep into me. His hands slid under my back, his hips retreating again. His fingers kneading up my spine to my shoulders, where they stayed, gently stroking along my neck. Filling me again, grinding deep again. My hips squirmed with his, letting me hear him squishing wetly into me. "Yeah, you're so very wet. Mmmm, and you feel so fucking good."

"Fuck me, Drake. Fuck me. Hard. Rough." I slid my fingers into his hair, raising his eyes to mine. "Dragon. Fuck me." I snarled hungrily. I saw the locks shatter. His hips slid back, shot forward, rocking into me. A gasp, a low, long moan. His hips pistoning faster, harder, grinding deep between thrusts. His fingers dug into my shoulders, deeper, harder with every frenzied thrust. Keening, loud but still low pitched.

I entwined my feet in his legs, giving me a little leverage to move with, against him. Skin slapping together. I closed my fist, still in his hair, gazing steadily as his eyes rose to mine.