Page 106 of Gather the Storm

I sank into the pleasure: the way her pussy tightened around me as she came, the way it cradled my cock in its wet heat whileshe shuddered, a surprising litany of dirty talk spilling like terms of endearment from her lips.

A virgin with a dirty fucking mouth?

Fuck. Yes.

I didn’t stop thrusting until she stopped moving, all the tension leaving her body, her head turning to one side as she exhaled.

I propped myself on my hands and kissed her neck, a sense of ownership settling into my bones.

I couldn’t have her forever. But right now, she was mine.

“Fuck that was good, sunshine. You sure you’re new at this?”

She turned her head to look at me, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright violet. “It didn’t feel new, not in the way you mean, but…” She smiled. “… yeah.”

I kissed her, lingering over her lips until I started getting hard again.

Then I made myself stop, because Daisywasnew at this. She would be sore tomorrow. I didn’t want to push it.

Not yet.

I pulled out and peeled off the condom, already thinking about how much I wanted to spill into her next time, how much I wanted to come inside her, fill her up.

Easy, Wolf. Let’s not get ahead of yourself.

I laid next to her on the blanket and pulled her into my arms. “You okay?”

She nodded against my chest. “It only hurt for a minute, and then…”

“Then?”

“When can we do it again?” she asked.

I laughed and kissed her head. “Don’t tempt me, sunshine. I was ready to go again about thirty seconds after you came.”

She trailed a finger seductively over my chest. “And that would be bad?”

I growled. “You’re going to be trouble aren’t you?”

“I don’t know yet,” she said. “I’ve never not been a virgin before. I guess we’ll find out.”

It sounded like a promise and I suddenly hoped she was right, hoped I’d get the chance to fuck Daisy again, make her come a lot more before she found out what had happened the night Blake was killed.

Because I knew without a doubt that once that happened, whatever had been growing between us would be over.

I pulled her onto my body, savoring the feel of her warm flesh against my skin, her tits pressed against my chest as she looked down at me.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For… making it nice,” she said.

Her hair had come loose from her ponytail and I tucked a piece behind her ear. “I’m glad it was nice, but really, I should be the one thanking you.”

She laughed and dropped her head against my chest.

I grabbed her luscious ass and squeezed, hoping that fucking psycho Jace had a good view.

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