Page 78 of I Saw Her First

I slide down from the sofa onto the floor, my head leaning back at just the right angle for her to sit over me and hold the back of the couch.

Daisy looks nervous as she stands above me, her lemon-yellow dress obscuring the parts I want to see. I grab her hips and nudge her onto the sofa, her knees falling on either side of my head. Her dress covers my face, so it’s just me and her sweet,wet center. Her musky scent fills my nostrils, and I suck it deep into my lungs.

As much as I want to hide under here forever, I lift her dress away so I can breathe, and look up at her. She’s gripping the back of the couch, her eyes dark and wide as she stares down at my head between her legs. She frees a hand to hold her dress out of the way as I lift my tongue to meet her slickness.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, her body spasming over me as I give a long, slow lick, savoring her taste. “I’ve fantasized about this.”

“Yeah?” Another agonizingly slow swipe of my tongue.

“Y-yes.”

“Tell me, babygirl.” I scrape my beard across the tender skin of her inner thighs, making her quiver.

“I can’t…”

Withdrawing my tongue, I send her a stern look. “Tell me, Daisy.” When I give a tiny nip on her clit, she sucks in a sharp breath.

“It was on my bed,” she confesses, her cheeks streaking with pink.

I reward her by hooking my arms around her thighs and tugging her firmly onto my mouth, sliding my tongue inside her.

“Oh—God—”

“More,” I demand into her swollen flesh. “Tell me more.”

“I…” She bucks her hips as I suck her clit into my mouth. “I put a pillow between my legs and pretended it was you.”

Fuck. My dick pulses as I imagine Daisy in her room, rubbing her needy little pussy against her pillow and picturing my face. My hands tighten on her thighs, tongue and lips working over her throbbing clit.

“It was wet when I was done,” she pants, hips rocking against my mouth now.

I growl into her pussy, my own hips instinctively lifting, my cock raging at the lack of friction. I hadn’t known my babygirlwas such a filthy little minx, but every time we fuck, I learn something new that turns me on even more.

“You’re such a dirty girl.” My fingers dig into her flesh possessively. “Mydirty girl. All mine.”

“Yes,” she rasps. “All yours.” She grips the back of the couch, riding my face with abandon now, her wetness all over my beard, my chin. I fucking love it, love the way she’s getting exactly what she wants and isn’t holding back.

Her eyes meet mine, half-lidded and dark with passion, and one final long suck on her clit pushes her over the edge. She pants my name as she grinds herself on my mouth, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her body. When she finally stops quivering, she climbs off and collapses onto the sofa. I wipe my mouth, rising to sit beside her.

“That was amazing.” She slumps against my side, sighing with pleasure, but my cock is still thick and hard in my pants, her taste warm on my tongue, and even though I should probably stop, should force myself to figure out what we’re going to do about Jess, I’m still not ready to face it.

“I’m not done with you yet, babygirl.”

Her eyes are glassy as she leans away to meet my gaze.

“I want you on your knees for me.”

A filthy grin slowly curls along her mouth, and she climbs off my lap, kneeling on the floor between my parted legs.

“Unzip my pants.”

She bites her lip, leaning forward to unbuckle my belt and slowly slide my zipper down. Her hands brush my erection as she passes, and it twitches eagerly, sending heat sizzling through me. She hasn’t wrapped those pretty little lips around me yet, and now seems like the perfect time.

“Take my cock out.”

A shudder moves through her at my words, legs pressing together on the rug. Before she can complete her task, I leanforward to tuck her loose hair back over her shoulder, then tug her dress and bra down, freeing her breasts.

“Perfect,” I say thickly, motioning for her to continue.

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