Drago's Woman
“Tell me, Drago. How’s civilian life treating you? Are you bored with us yet?”
“Never.” He lay back on the blanket, his arms behind his head. Drago closed his eyes and breathed in the ocean air. “I’m retired, remember?”
“Right.” Her hand smoothed up his chest. He peered over at her, one eyebrow raised. “It’s past lunch. I think it’s time for Ava’s nap.”
He pushed himself up on one elbow, facing her. “Nap time sounds about right.”
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
Drago watched as Belle carried Ava to the cottage, disappearing inside. He turned and looked out at the ocean, so expansive. There was so much beauty in the world when you opened your eyes. No more fighting, no more death, no more tears.
A while later, Belle reappeared.
She was completely naked. A benefit of their seclusion.
“I love that body,” he said. Drago watched all her delicious curves as she walked toward him. Her confidence had grown significantly over the past year, and now she loved to tease. She crawled down to all fours, her heavy tits just waiting for his attention.
Once she’d straddled his body, he pulled her down so he could drown in her tits. He flicked her nipples until she pulled away breathless. Her pupils were already dilating, and when he reached down to play with her clit, she was already soaked. He impaled her with two fingers, fucking her as he ran his thumb in circles over her clit.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want. Tell me to fuck you.”
She hesitated. “Take me from behind. Right here. Right now.”
He rolled out from under her and knelt behind her, holding her rounded hips in each hand. Drago looked down at her gorgeous ass and gave her a little smack.
Belle let out a small yelp, but wiggled against him, begging for his cock.
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She felt more like an animal than a woman when near Drago. Watching him in just his swim shorts, tanning all those hard muscles under the sun, was too much. She was only human, and she wanted him between her legs. All those long, hard inches bringing her to orgasm again and again. He was a machine, never tiring of giving her every kind of pleasure.
When the first inches of his big dick penetrated her, she groaned deep in her throat. He felt so damn good filling her up to overflowing.
“You feel so good around my cock, baby girl. Nice and tight.”
He began to fuck her, slowly at first, but soon she had the blanket balled up in each fist, her knees sinking into the sand. Drago pistoned in and out until her orgasm was spiraling to the surface faster than she could process all the layers of pleasure. Even though there were no other cottages nearby, the slim possibility that people could walk by on the beach and catch them in the act was a huge turn-on.
“Come for me, Belle. I want to feel you milk my cock.”
She couldn’t hold back, not when he used that deep, commanding voice. Within seconds, she detonated, wave after wave of delicious heat rolling through her. She could feel Drago come, his fingers digging into her hips as he gave a final few hard thrusts.
They collapsed onto the blanket, Drago cuddling her from behind. Together they watched the horizon and listened to the rhythmic sound of the waves rolling to the shore.
“This is nice,” he said, kissing her shoulder.
He was right. Everything was perfect.
She rolled to her back so she could see Drago. Belle lightly touched the old scar on his shoulder. It signified all the sacrifices he’d made for her and Ava. She’d never forget it.
“Do you like being a father?” she asked, her fingers still tracing the scar.
“More than anything.”
She wasn’t sure how many men stepped up to the plate to love and raise a child they didn’t make, but she still saw Drago as one of a kind. And although she knew he loved Ava, and their growing bond over the last year was beautiful to watch, something was missing.
“Would you do it again?”
“What do you mean?”
She bit the corner of her lip and couldn’t help but smile. “Ava’s going to be a big sister in about seven months.”