"Don't worry, baby... I've got you," Dragon said as he leaned forward, sliding his cock inside his man's tight and eager hole. The heat, the friction, the surrender heightened his own arousal. "Ahhhh shiiiit!" he grunted, his eyes tight from the pleasure. "You feel so good to me, baby."
Richie moaned, his head leaned back as he relished the sensation of Dragon's cock hitting his prostate at the right angle, sending pleasure throughout his entire body. "Yeeeahh, Dragon... fuck me silly." He held on to the back of the motorcycle as Dragon pumped away. He grunted, then bit his bottom lip before releasing it to gasp just as Dragon pushed deeper. "Ohh... ooooohhh shit."
Dragon's eyes focused on Richie's plump bottom lip, and he sucked it between his lips before taking a nibble. Then he kissed his neck and chest, sucking his nipples as he thrust back and forth, making sure to balance the bike at the same time. He held his man because he'd be damned if he let Richie fall, especially not with all the trust his baby was giving him. He did what he did best—besides killing—and banged Richie's walls hard and fast. The sounds Richie was making drove him wild, and he knew he wanted to hear his man in the throes of passion until the end of his days.
"I knew you were the one meant for me the moment I laid my eyes on you," Dragon said as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to Richie's. His tongue slipped inside to savor his man's mouth.
Richie trusted Dragon completely, knowing he wouldn't let him fall, and he wrapped his arms around Dragon's neck as they kissed. When Dragon pulled back, Richie licked his chin. "I knew you were mine when I couldn't stop thinking about you when we weren't together."
Dragon smiled as he thrust his hips forward, causing both of them to moan in pleasure. "Oh? And... what did you... think about?" he asked as he worked them both to climax.
"Ahhh fuck," Richie panted, his eyes rolling in his head as his eyes closed. "This... doing this with you."
Seeing Richie in that state flooded Dragon with emotions that made him love his man even more. He wanted to claim Richie as his in every way; his love was that consuming.
"Marry me," Dragon said between his grunts of pleasure.
Richie opened his eyes and looked at him. "What?" He thought he heard the love of his life ask for his hand in marriage, but he wanted to make sure.
Dragon smiled, then kissed Richie again. "Marry me," he said once he broke the kiss.
"Ahhhh... ahhh fuck... fuck... I'm cumming!" Richie belted out. "Ahhh god...yes!"
Dragon laughed because he wasn't sure if that "yes" was because he agreed or because his dick was so good. "Yes?" he asked as he pumped his cock right up against Richie's prostate.
Richie tensed, his eyes closed tightly. "Fuck! Yes! Oh God, yes, I'll marry you!" he said as his cock fired off his load, coating his chest and stomach.
Dragon growled low, then leaned his head back because he could feel the intense pleasure mounting. He gritted his teeth, his growl growing louder until he roared, his body jerking as he unloaded his balls deep inside his man's body, claiming him as it was his right to do. Only his. He pumped until he finished, his hips moving slower as he panted. Richie loved the sensation of his man breeding him. He could feel the hotness of Dragon's spunk as he played with Dragon's hair and rubbed his cyborg arm until his lover sat back, pulling his cock free. Dragon's body quaked from the residual pleasure still coursing through him as he came down from his climax. Richie lowered his legs, thensat up, grinning at the man who made him an offer he couldn't refuse when they'd first met.
"Yes, Dragon... I'll marry you," he said, then kissed his man again.
"I love you," Dragon said as he held his man close. "Listen to me," he said.
Richie pulled back and looked at him. "What?"
"I want you to stay safe during this war. Killing isn't your thing," Dragon said.
"But I've been practicing shooting—"
Dragon pressed his finger to Richie's lips. "No. Don't get involved. I've already told my father how I feel about this. You're not ready, and anyway, I need you to stay safe."
"For the drug production?" Richie asked.
Dragon shook his head. "For me. I don't want you getting involved when you're not prepared for how fucked up this shit can get. I promised to keep you safe, and that's what I'll do."
"But Ahiga is just as new as I am, Shotgun too. And Ajay," Richie said in his defense.
Dragon shook his head. "They've all popped their cherry in one way or another. Ahiga killed a man already, baby. And he's helped dispose of bodies."
"And you think that I don't have it in me? Remember, I want to kill that son of a bitch who raped me," Richie said, thinking about Officer Lawrence. "I'm not some delicate flower who needs to be protected."
Dragon sighed and took hold of Richie's shoulders. "Wanting to and actually doing it are two different things. I don't want you to feel any pressure. There are men in the Lords who've never killed anyone."
"But they have the club's back though. That's all I want to do is have your back," Richie argued.
"I just don't want you to get hurt."
"If Ace and Gina and TT can let their mates do what a Lord does, you better be able to do the same," Richie said.
