Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Glowing.
Frowning at me now, if I’m being honest—so I kiss the furrow between her brows before placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.
So pretty.
So sassy.
“What have you been up to, Daisy?” My low and deep voice vibrates in my chest.
She pouts. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
I don’t have to tilt her chin up to kiss her mouth; Daisy lifts it for me, presenting me with a clear path to her lips. We sigh when our tongues connect, the taste of beer and mint gum lingering on her lips, a low groan escaping my chest. It's a groan that long, loud and primal.
I swear to God my hands are shaking as they caress the side of her face…so I have to let them fall to my side, I don’t need her knowing how she affects me. They hang weightless, every last nerve ending vibrating as I lose the center of gravity inside my body.
God, I want to run my fingers through her hair.
Kiss her face, kiss her eyebrows, kiss the side of her neck…
She smells so good.
Tastes good, too.
Daisy leans into me her breasts against my chest; I can feel her hard nipples through her shirt—and mine. Is she not wearing a bra?
We kiss like we mean it: hard but gentle, controlled but lazy.
Wet.
Daisy rises to her tiptoes so she can wrap her hands around my neck, sliding them up my back until they're rubbing my nape, fingernails stroking the backside of my scalp in the most delicious way.
Fuck if it don’t feel good.
She's breathing hard when I dip my head, inhaling her skin of the tender spot next to her ear, nudging her hair aside with my nose. Her hair is silken and glossy and smells fantastic; like apples or flowers or, I don’t know—something amazing.
I flick her earlobe with the tip of my tongue, wanting my tongue everywhere.
I want her.
Everywhere.
I tell her the only way I can—with my mouth, with the slow roll of my tongue against hers. The slight roll of my pelvis against hers.
I want to heave her off the ground and press her back against the wall and fuck her, but instead, I kiss the center of her neck—down to the beating pulse where her gold necklace hangs, down to the valley between her breasts.
My hands are on her waist, moving beneath her shirt, up her stomach, cupping her bare tits.
Nope.
No bra.
Christ they feel good in my hands, her hard nipples like pebbles between my fingers.
Daisy moans, tipping her head back, running her hands through my hair as I wander south. I grip her ass and squeeze, fingers flirting with the waistband of her jeans, thumb brushing over and over the button and zipper.
With a guttural groan, I hoist her up, setting her on the counter.
I go to my knees between her legs, fingers plucking her jeans open. Zipper down. Pull her ass to the edge of the counter and tug them down so she’s sitting in only her black thong underwear.
Daisy spreads her legs.
“Good girl.”
I haven’t eaten a girl out in ages. Literal. Ages.
Normally, it’s me getting my rocks off. Dick sucked. Or it’s me fucking someone because I’m horny and need a release from pent-up energy—rarely do I ever go down on someone. Or pleasure them without wanting the favor returned.
Selfish prick.
But now I’m excited.
Giddy, almost.
With Daisy spread out before me—with her legs propped up on my shoulders—I move forward with my thumbs, ready to stroke her pussy. I start slowly, grazing the edge of her panty line, moving one in slow circles where her clit is through the thin material.
I can see every inch of her because her thong is satin and see-through.
I pull at the black fabric, easing it out of my way.
Give her a lick.
Blow gently to watch her squirm.
Sexy as hell. Mouthwatering.
I want to suck and lick every last fucking inch of her if she’ll let me, starting with her pussy.
Right here.
Right now.
They say you can find heaven between a woman’s legs, and I found it tonight, lapping up the delicious part of Daisy that I’ve been dreaming about for days.
She lets out another moan, hands gripping the edge of the counter, her body being held up by, well—my face.
My hands.
“You taste so good,” I groan.
Suck.
Insert a finger while I lick her up and down the middle like a melting popsicle, ’cause how many licks does it take to make a woman come?
“Oh my g-god,” she stutters as her legs actually begin to shake a little; quake with the tremors that are about to take over her body. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she tells me. “Right there…yes…”
I can’t say she’s loud enough to rattle any windows, but Daisy is loud enough that someone walking past might hear us if they were to stop and listen. Kind of makes me wonder what she would be like if we were alone in a bedroom behind closed doors—behind my door, specifically. I don’t stop pleasuring her. My new challenge is to make her come so hard she’ll be begging to see me again.