Page 134 of Rush the Edge

“Not yet, little devil,” I rasp, needing to drag this out.

I grip the insides of her thighs, my fingers biting into the soft flesh to keep her still.

She huffs with a pout, and I smirk with her nipple in between my teeth.

I let go and sit back farther onto the seat. I stare up at her furrowed brow. “You drive me crazy. I drive you even crazier. That’s the way it goes,” I say, smirking.

Her lips open with a soft gasp. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten that you owe me an explanation for earlier. We had a deal, and I scored.” My fingers run up and down the inside of her thigh. “Twice.”

Daisy shivers, and I glance down to see how wet she is.

Blood rushes to my dick.Fuck.

“Needy little thing.” I dig my hands into her hair and bring her face to mine. I glide my tongue past her lips, and she moans against my mouth. The kiss itself is hot, let alone the sexy mewing she’s doing.

Driving her crazy drivesmecrazy.

“Are you all hot and bothered, Daisy?” I ask, our breaths mingling.

“Mm-hmm,” she whines.

“I don’t think I’ve made my point yet, though...” The whirring from the Zamboni grows louder.

“What?” Her breasts bounce as she sits back, rubbing that wet clit against my raging cock.

I smirk. “On your knees, Daisy.”

Her parted lips zip shut. Those pretty blue eyes brew a fire that land against my skin like burning embers. I tilt my head, wondering if she’ll continue with her bravery, and sure enough, she does.

My legs flex when she slips in between them and lands on her knees. Her small hands fall to my thighs, my hips jerking from the subtle touch.

The part of me that cares deeply for Daisy wants to pull her up by those arms and take care of her body like she’s some delicate angel I have to be gentle with. But the other part of me is wild with desire, and I crave to do all sorts of dirty things to her.

Instead of waiting for her to pull my dick free, I lift up and shove my pants down. Surprise carves into her features, and I grow harder. She licks her bottom lip, and her gaze glazes over as I move my hand to squeeze my cock.

I’ve never been so desperate for a woman.

“So brave,” I groan, watching her follow my hand up and down.

Those blue eyes flick to mine, and there’s a tug on my balls.

“I’m not seventeen anymore,” she whispers, moving her hand over me.

My head falls back from her soft touch on the tip of my dick. I move my hands and let her take over. She rubs up and down a few times before I feel the brush of her hair skim my legs like a feather.

I peer at her on her knees and drown in desire.

Her lips wrap around my cock, and my hand instinctively flies to the back of her head.

Warm.

Silky smooth.

Tight.

Fucking perfect.

The strands of her hair get tangled within my fingers as she moves her head up and down. She takes me so well, pushing me into her throat and never once wincing.

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