“None of that,” I smacked her again.
She started panting, and with the way her pussy was quivering, I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.
Did I speed up?
Hell no.
I slowed down even more, drawing a whine of protest from her lips.
“God,” she cried. “Please, Keifer! I need it!”
I rubbed her ass soothingly, inadvertently drawing my thumb over her anus on a brief sweep, causing another moan to roll out of her.
“Did you like that?” I asked curiously, running my thumb back over her asshole for another sweep as I continued thrusting unhurriedly.
She tightened around my cock like a fist, nearly causing my eyes to roll back into my head.
I wasn’t normally an ass man.
But for Blythe, I’d be an ass man.
Dipping my thumb into the juices that were collecting on the length of my cock, I coated it before bringing it back up to her anus and pushing slightly inside.
She moaned gutturally as her orgasm barreled through her.
The sudden intensity of it all yanked me right along with her, and I closed my eyes as my release shot out of the end of my cock, sucking every single bit of juice from my balls and depositing it inside her already wet pussy.
“Keifer!” She screamed.
I pushed my thumb all the way inside her, and we both cried out as she clamped down harder.
After long moments of catching our breath, I gently removed my thumb from her ass and pulled out, feeling our combined releases on the length of my dick as I moved off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
I washed my hands quickly and wet a towel, bringing it back to Blythe who was still in the exact same position as she’d been in when I’d left her.
“You broke me,” she whispered tiredly.
I cleaned her up, wiping our releases from her thighs and tossing the rag onto the floor before I climbed back into bed with her and gathered her into my arms.
We pressed tightly together, from head to feet, my body surrounding hers.
“I’ll put you back together again tomorrow. Tonight, we should sleep,” I murmured sleepily.
She laughed softly. “Yes sir, oh, Dragon King.”
I pinched her nipple lightly. “That’s how I expect you to address me from now on in front of our people.”
She snickered. “You wish, Dragon King.”
I kissed her bare shoulder and reached for the covers, pulling them up and over us.
“You’re right…I do.”Chapter 17
Not to brag, but I can make people angry just by existing.-Keifer to BlytheBlythe
“Are you sure you’re comfortable doing this?” Skylar asked one more time.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“I said I’m fine. Stop babying me. You’re treating me just like your brother, and I know you know better,” I waggled my finger under her nose.
She swatted my hand away and turned to leave.
“I’m serious,” she said over her shoulder. “You feel any twinges, you let me know.”
I shooed her away with a dismissing hand and turned to the kids.
“Alright, who’s up for a little game time?” I asked, rubbing my hands together in excitement.
I was in the sanctuary’s daycare.
This was where all the workers’ children came while their parents were working on the property.
I’d been here to visit before, but today would be my first time to stay for any length of time.
“Blythe, where did Miss Melody go?” A little boy, Tanner I think he was named, asked.
I smiled at him sadly. “Miss Melody had to have her arm casted because she fell outside while playing with you. Once that’s fixed she’ll go home to rest for a few days before she’s back with you.”
Tanner nodded. “She fell hard.”
“That’s ‘cause dodo brain pushed him,” another little boy, Desmond, countered, pointing to a little boy in the back of the room.
The boy in the back of the room was named Jacob, and he had to be the cutest of the bunch with his curly blonde hair and his ice blue eyes.
All three of them were around the same age, I’d guess five or six, and played together often.
“Miss Blythe, I need to use the restroom,” a little girl interrupted.
“What’s your name, honey?” I asked her.
“Nadine,” she whispered shyly.
“Alright, Nadine. Go ahead and go, and I’ll wait in the hallway for you, sound good?” I asked her.
She nodded. “Yes.”
So for the next three hours, I juggled six children, ranging in age from two and a half to six years, all alternating every ten minutes going to the bathroom.
Although it was fun at times, I decided that my children were going to be spaced at least five years apart.
I just had to hope that my kid would have some companions to play with like these children did.
“Miss Melody!” The children crowed. “We painted!”
Melody, a sweet woman around my age, hurried into the room, a hot pink cast taking up half of her left arm.