Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“So, why are you here?” she asked, challenging him.
But instead of talking, he caught her in his grasp again, taking her wrist in his hand and pulling her forward. His mouth slanted over hers. She briefly considered making him stop, forcing him to confide in her instead, but instinctively she knew he wouldn’t. If she pushed him, he’d just walk away from her, maybe to Brenda, who had clearly realized her mistake in letting him get away.
She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue inside his. He tasted like that shot of whiskey that he always had with his beer, warm and dark. She felt his hand press at the small of her back, keeping him close. His other hand grazed the front of her shirt, his calloused hands moving roughly over the fabric. He moved it lower, catching the waistband of her panties with a finger and diving inside.
As he pushed between her thighs, he pulled away from her and dragged his mouth to her ear. “Did Adam give you one ride or two?” he asked. Not waiting for a response, he dipped a finger inside her. “Just the one then,” he determined as he explored her not-yet-wet pussy.
Her body felt heavy, like she was drunk or high. He was good at this, that couldn’t be denied, but he already had too much power over her. Every time he snapped his fingers -or did something else with them- she obeyed his every command. And then he just walked away. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of her underwear. He was surprised but didn’t argue.
“You’re going to give me one,” she informed him.
He cocked his head and looked down at her. “I am?”
She hooked the leg of the chair nearest to him with her foot and pulled it forward. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and shoved him backwards. “Sit,” she demanded and felt a thrill of victory when he complied. Daisy stood in front of him and nudged his knees apart. She grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her damp hair fell across her shoulders and her nipples puckered and tightened when exposed to the cool air of the room.
Easy reached for her and ran his thumbs over her hardened nubs. His hands were rough but they’d never bothered her. That was what a real man should feel like, she thought, rough and hard but not use any of that to hurt their woman. “Nice panties,” he told her, gazing at them appreciatively.
“They’re new,” she said with a smirk and hooked her thumbs into them.
Easy watched her wiggle her ass and tug them down slowly. Daisy enjoyed the idea that she was making him desperate for once, instead of the other way around. She pushed the black thong aside with a toe and stood in front of him without a stitch on.
“Ready for a pole dance?” she asked, eyeing the tent in his pants.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, releasing his thick erection. It sat heavy in his lap as he pulled a condom out of his front pocket. Daisy watched him roll it on and was slightly dismayed to discover that she was just as eager for this as she wanted him to be. The heaviness in her breasts and lower belly told her that in just a few seconds, she was going to be beyond caring that she’d lost yet another round.
She spread her legs and slowly lowered herself over him. The tip of his cock hit her clit, making her gasp, then found its way toward her center. The condom was lubricated enough to get him inside, the familiar stretch and burn was heightened by the fact that she wasn’t quite ready for him yet. She slid down anyway, enjoying the sensation of being filled up. His hands were on his thighs and he cupped her ass as she seated herself in his lap.
“Oh, God, girl,” he half-groaned.
She squeezed her pussy in response. “Daisy,” she told him.
“Daisy,” he whispered and closed his eyes.
She planted the bare soles of her feet on the carpet and pushed herself up. The hard length of him dragging against the walls of her pussy. When she got to the head, she sat back down, just as slowly. With her hands on his shoulders, she arched her back and he took the hint immediately. He drew a nipple into his mouth and slid his tongue over it. Daisy ran her hands over his short hair, her fingernails grazing his scalp lightly. She silently lamented he didn’t have more to hold on to as she pushed his head closer. His hot mouth sealed over her breast and he bit her gently.
Daisy rocked her hips into him, fucking him harder, driving her nipple further into his mouth and his cock all the way into her pussy. It felt like he was all over her, covering her. His fingers dug into her ass as he pulled her closer. It was a delicious kind of pain, and she moaned encouragingly.