Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
It has to be the latter. What I feel has everything to do with her.
My fingers tunnel through her hair. Not wanting to come in her mouth, I push her away.
“I’m going to come.” I urge her back, but she doesn’t budge. “Daisy, you need to—”
Oh fuck.
Too late.
When her mouth constricts around my cock, I lose it. I must be halfway down her throat.
I chant her name as my muscles tighten and an orgasm streaks through my body. Not once does she release her hold. Her lips wrapped around my cock as I spill my seed is like a goddamn revelation. My balls are empty, but Daisy continues to milk every drop from my shaft.
I’m a little lightheaded after that experience. I pry my eyes open and gather up her hair into my hands, so I can watch her lips move against my hard flesh.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I slur lazily. “That was amazing.”
My entire body is depleted and relaxed. If I’m not careful, I might slip into a coma. With one last suck, she releases my softening cock and nuzzles the head, pressing a kiss against the place where the tip should be.
But isn’t.
Because it feels like I blew the damn thing off.
I slip my hands under her arms and haul her up, so I can kiss her. Our tongues entwine as I drape her across my chest. There’s something comforting about her weight pressed against me, anchoring me to the earth.
It’s a fucked-up thought. One that should scare the shit out of me. I brace myself and wait for panic to set in. But it doesn’t. I tighten my arms around Daisy and lock her in place.
We’re both quiet. Maybe processing what just happened.
For once, words don’t seem necessary.
23
CARTER
Iwake well-rested, as if I’ve slept a full twenty-four hours. It’s like my mind clicked off and I stopped worrying about my future, my mom, and everything else that eats away at me in the dark. I can’t remember the last time I woke feeling this energized. The urge to throw off the sheets, grab some athletic shorts, and go for a five-mile run hums through my blood.
I stretch, ready to attack the day.
Mid-flex, I realize that I’m not alone. A warm body is curled next to me. Just as my cock stirs with interest, it hits me like a ton of bricks who I ended up in bed with last night.
Daisy.
After years of pent-up need, I finally had a taste of her sweet pussy. And then she returned the favor with the best damn blow job of my life.
Fuuuuuck.
What the hell did I do?
No, seriously.
What the hell did I just do?
I drag a hand over my face. The last wisps of sleepiness disappear and I’m wide awake. I swear under my breath.
Quietly.
The last thing I want is to wake her. Not yet, anyway. Not until I figure out how I’m going to extract myself from the situation. I can’t believe I allowed this to happen. I’ve always held myself to a certain standard where Daisy is concerned. A line I refused to cross no matter how tempted. Last night, I didn’t just nudge my toe over the line, I fucking demolished it.
Line?
What line? There’s no fucking line.
Not anymore.
Did I say fuck already?
Yeah, well…it bears repeating.
Fuck!
My gaze drops to Daisy. One of her arms is thrown over my body and a leg is tangled with mine. Her breasts are smashed against my side and the heat of her pussy burns my thigh. Normally, I can’t stand all this cuddling bullshit. I tend to need a little space after knocking boots. Both physically and emotionally. I’m looking for release, not entanglements. And I’m always upfront about that.
Sure, you can stay the night. I’m not going to kick your ass out immediately. Contrary to what Daisy thinks, I’m not that much of a prick. Plus, I’m never against a second round. Sometimes a third, if it’s particularly good and we have enough condoms on hand. But I have zero interest in pretending that screwing is anything more than that.
But this…
Already it feels different. Instead of feeling panicky, I want to pull her closer. More than that, I like it.
I like the feel of her body next to mine.
I like the way she fits against me.
Kind of like we were made for one another.
That being said, it can’t happen again.
Not ever.
Thank fuck we stopped short of having sex. Although, what we did last night was bad enough.
No. That’s not right. It was fucking amazing, but still, it can’t happen again.
Because I realize this is the last time I’ll hold her in my arms, I enjoy the warm weight of her body pressed against mine. The steady rise and fall of her chest with the deep, even breaths she takes soothes me. She’s like a drug. One I’ll never get enough of.