Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
I nudged the fabric of her underwear aside.
Her pussy was spread wide. Swollen and pink.
My cock screamed. Wanting to get lost in all that luscious, hot flesh.
I brushed my fingers through her lips.
She jolted. “Yes.” The single word was thready.
“You like that?”
“Yes, I like it. So much,” she wheezed.
“Barely touchin’ you, and you’re already so spun up, I can feel this tight little body ready to blow.”
Daisy’s tongue swept out to wet her dried lips, her voice raspy when she admitted, “That’s what it feels like when I look at you. Like I’m being burned alive. Like I’m going to split apart.”
I brushed through her folds again, sweeping my fingers up to play with her engorged clit.
A needy mewl escaped her, and she dug her heels into the bed.
“Is that what you are? A bomb ready to go off?”
“I’ve always been. Waiting for you. Wondering what it would be like if I got the chance. If you would look at me and see the same thing I saw when I looked at you. If you’d want this the way that I do. If you ever really had.”
Possession wound through me at her admission, though it was tinged in guilt. The sins I’d committed that day.
If she knew…
If she knew…
But that shame flitted away as my spirit pressed forward. Urging me to give her everything she had ever wanted. Fulfill her in every way.
But what the fuck did I have to give her? A life like the one I showed her tonight?
Danger lurking in every fucking corner. Monsters nipping at my heels. The lies that I told and the atrocities I committed.
My world nothing but a barren, desolate plane.
But I’d always gone to her when she was in need. The girl taking every precedence.
I climbed onto the bed on my knees, and I planted a hand way up high near her head and leaned in so close our noses brushed.
I sucked down the serrated pants that she released.
Sweet, sweet seduction that was driving me to delirium.
“Cash.” Daisy murmured my name like a plea.
Like her truth.
I drove two fingers into her tight heat.
She nearly levitated off the bed. Her entire being arched upward. Tank covered tits brushing against my chest as a gasp tore out of her.
I inhaled it. Let her invade. Imbibed the tiny whimpers that rolled up her throat and dragged them all the way down into my spirit.
“You like that, Little Wallflower? You like me fucking this hot, needy pussy with my fingers? Is that what makes you come alive?”
“You. You make me come alive. All of you.”
Nah. I was death. But maybe I could show her exactly how to live.
What it was like to be cherished like the gift she was. Adored and revered.
Put her on a fucking pedestal where she belonged while I got on my knees and worshipped her.
I shoved her tank up her chest.
Showing off the slight curves of her abdomen and those perky, tiny tits. Nipples diamond buds that pointed through the fabric of her bra.
I dragged one cup down and dove in to suck the pert peak into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the hard bud.
She squeaked, woman arching more. She dragged those dainty fingers through my hair. “How do you make me feel this way? I need…”
She trailed off as I lapped and licked at her tit, my fingers driving deep into the well of her pussy.
Little sounds ripped from her mouth, and I pulled back to watch those wild eyes through the dull light.
“Daisy.” Her name was disorder. A petition and an entreaty.
Begging her to put me out of my misery.
“Cash,” she returned, and she sat up so she was no longer resting on her hands. She dragged her nails down my chest. Cutting in and leaving a trail of fire over the fabric of my tee.
She yanked at the fly of my jeans.
My brain was fuckin’ scrambled.
Everything I knew in disrepair.
Alive in a way I hadn’t been. Not in years. Not since her.
Dangerous. So fuckin’ dangerous.
I buried my face in her neck, grasping for sanity. Her goodness only invaded. Clawing deeper.
She had my cock out of my jeans and was stroking me hard and fast as I pumped my fingers into her pussy, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her.
She gasped and choked as pleasure gathered.
Sparked in the air. Threatened to combust.
It was the same pleasure that stalked up and down my spine as I erratically fucked my cock into that soft, sweet hand.
I jerked back. Staring at the truth in those angel eyes.
A hunger hit me from all sides.
Fuck.
I wanted to kiss her.
Devour her seductive mouth and consume her delicious body.
Completely surrender.
Drive into her and claim her. Mark her in every way.
Fill her so fucking full I would be the only thing she could feel.
But I knew what would happen if I did.