“I’ll leave you to it,” Sophie calls out, amusement lacing every word.
I tell Delilah that my dragon senses were tingling and that’s why we ran out here. She is so excited she is in full detective mode. We lead her right next to the moss covered tree, and I stop dead in my tracks and sniff the air for effect.
“It’s definitely nearby,” I declare.
Wesley mutters something along the lines offor the love of god, but his daughter’s diligence only increases. I let her lead the way, and when the tree and egg finally come into view, Delilah gasps. The evening sun is shining through the trees just right to paint a golden hue over the egg, making the moment that more theatrical.
Delilah runs over and unearths it from the stick and leaf pile, picking it up and holding it in the air like it’s Simba and she’s Rafiki. She giggles and squeals, and starts jumping up and down frantically, and I choose not to think too deeply into how far I took this charade. I fear the day she finds out it’s a hunk of plastic.
“We have to put it in the fire!” she shouts.
Uh, what?
“Why would we do that?” I ask through a nervous chuckle.
“Uncle Mav said that’s how you hatch a dragon egg,” she says incredulously.
Mother. Fucker.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Wesley’s chest shake with restrained laughter, and I can’t help but laugh too. Wesley slips his hand into mine, squeezing in comfort. We stand there, just watching Delilah marvel and grin at the glittering egg that is very much not flame resistant.
I have absolutely no idea how I’ll get out of this one, but what I do know is that in the middle of the woods, heart overflowing, with Wesley’s hand in mine, and our girl by our side, I’m home.
Epilogue
3 Years Later
Wes
I'm going to come.
Fuck. Too soon.
I clap my hand over Ivy’s mouth, and press my forehead to hers. “You have to be quiet,” I whisper while I grip the back of her knee, pushing up and opening her more for me as I pound relentlessly into her. Ivy’s eyes roll, and her head tips back against the bathroom wall.
“Can you be quiet?” I ask again, and she mumbles something into my skin, and nods under the weight of my palm. I release her mouth and grab the back of her other knee, pressing it up against her chest, mirroring the other. We both stare down and where we’re joined, hypnotized by my glistening cock disappearing into her sweet fucking cunt.
“You feel so good,” she whimpers quietly.
“Such a needy little pussy,” I growl, and pick up the pace, my balls tightening, and stomach clenching.
I aim, then spit directly on her pussy, the shot landing right on her clit. “Touch yourself, make yourself come,” I demand.
She clamps her lips together, a moan getting lodged in her throat, and obeys, rubbing tight, fast circles on her clit with her first two fingers.
“Fuck. Do that again,” she begs.
I spit again. This time it lands on my cock pumping in and out of her, adding slickness to the loud, crass sounds of our skin colliding.
“Oh my god. So fucking hot,” she mewls, eyes rolling back, and her tight, warm walls clench around me.
She comes hard.
Her entire body jolts forward, and she buries her face in my neck, riding out her entire climax between me and the wall.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” I whisper in her ear, and grip her ass, rutting into her at an unforgiving pace. She bites down on my neck, right on the water lily to stifle her moans, and the pain mixed with the pleasure has me seeing stars. I explode in her, pulse after pulse, filling her with my cum until it's dripping down both of us.
I gently set Ivy down and clean us both the best I can with the fancy paper towels on the counter. When our clothes have been adjusted, I push my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look presentable, and not like I just fucked the woman of the hour in the bathroom of her own book signing.
