Page 101 of Almost Always

“Anything?” she teased and seconds later, he was kneeling. His chest heaved, pants were undone and eyes were pleading as he looked up at her. Her heart almost gave out at the expression on his face, because that really was one of a man who was completely in love with her.

“Name it and I’ll do it.”

The lack of hesitation surprised her and she stared before flicking her hand up. He was on his feet again and she dropped to her knees, hands grabbing his pants. Their eyes locked as she tugged, sliding the black material down his legs. While she knew he had a thigh tattoo, that was the first time she was seeing it properly. Her fingers traced the skull and the mums that came out of its left socket. The head itself was black lines, but the flowers were a gorgeous shade of pink, with a few green leaves. It was a stunning piece and if he hadn’t tugged at her bun, she would have stayed on her knees admiring it for hours.

Looking up at him, she dragged her finger up his thigh to trace the bulge in his boxer-briefs. His jaw was clenched tight and eyes flared as he watched her, like an animal ready to pounce. She pressed a soft kiss to the cotton, smiling when the lipstick transferred. At the sound of his frustrated rumble, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them down. It was pretty comical how his dickwhipped out and almost hit her in the face before slapping back against his stomach.

She barely restrained the laugh that bubbled past her lips.

“There are better things you can do with that mouth, darlin’.”

With one hand around the base of his cock, she stroked him slowly, dragging her hand up his length but never touching the tip. With every downward slide, he released a new sound and she was fascinated by what she was able to make him feel. A bead of moisture appeared at the crown and she flicked her tongue out, lapping it up unhurriedly. The sharp taste of him made her quiver as a guttural moan fell from him and through her lashes, she saw his head fall back. Smiling to herself, she flattened her tongue against his tip and moved it a little, enough to tease him.

“Stop playing,” he groaned and she scoffed.

On the next upward drag of her hand, she lifted his cock and licked the underside, her tongue sliding over the pulsing vein there. If she could, Daisy would record every sound this man made and replay it when they weren’t together. With her free hand, she cupped his sac, weighing it in her palm. She looked up as he leaned forward, resting his hands against the counter. His dark and hooded eyes met hers, lips parted and soft pants echoed in the bathroom.

Squeezing his balls gently, she rolled them in her hand and guided the crown of his cock into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut at the hot taste of him and she hummed in appreciation. His hips jerked, pushing his cock deeper and when he apologized, she squeezed him a little tighter. Taking him as deep as she could, she kept one hand at his base, circling and stroking what didn’t fit. She was right to think he was big but she was eager to find out how deep he could go.

Opening her eyes, she swirled her tongue and looked up as her mouth moved up and down. His jaw flexed and throat bobbed, but he didn’t make a sound. Hollowing her mouth, shesucked him hard and finally got him to growl. A hand landed on her head, fingers tugging and twisting at her bun before the whole thing unraveled down her back. He pushed his hips forward and Daisy widened her mouth, welcoming him to fuck her throat.

Their gazes clashed as he continued to thrust and when the tip hit the back of her throat, she gagged. He pulled back, letting his dick rest against her bottom lip as they both breathed heavily. The hand around his base squeezed and he grunted, hips moving slowly to drag his cock back and forth over her tongue. When he slid deeper, she clamped her lips around him and he tugged on her hair. If she could have, Daisy would have smiled victoriously at how frustrated he looked. Instead, she took him as far back as she could and swallowed, eyes watering at how deep he was.

“Fuck, darlin’. This mouth,” he groaned, fingers winding around her hair. She released his balls and pressed against the cotton and wet lace covering her pussy. Rocking against her hand, she sucked and twirled her tongue around him, their eyes locked the whole time.

She pulled him out with a pop and scattered kisses everywhere, smiling as her lipstick marks smeared onto his dick. Still rubbing and touching herself, she kissed up his stomach and gently bit at his skin. The hand around his base stroked and twisted, feeling him pulse against her fingers. A whimper escaped her when she touched her clit and his eyes flared with the realization of what she was doing.

“Are you getting off on this? I bet you’re fucking soaked through that flimsy lace, aching to be touched and licked and fucked. Does that pussy need some love, sweetheart?”

His words, the look in his eyes and tone of voice made her shiver, but she still found the strength to nod. “I needyourlove, hotshot.”

“That pussy only comes alive under my attention, doesn’t she?”

Nodding again, she sucked on his cockhead and pressed hard against her clit. He grunted, leaking onto her tongue as she licked around his crown, teeth gently scraping against his warm, pulsing flesh. The lace stroked her clit while slipping between her pussy and she continued to move it slowly all while keeping her focus on him.

“Look at you, marking me up, taking everything,” he whispered, low and gravelly and her body jolted as she rubbed herself faster. “Fuck, you’re doing so good. Make me come.”

With a distracted nod, she took him back into her mouth and sucked harder, while her hand squeezed his base. Despite how empty and wet she was feeling, she returned her other hand to fondle and play with his balls, her short nails scraping against the soft skin. His breathing changed, the grip on her hair loosened and she watched as his body shuddered before he was thrusting into her mouth, spilling down her throat with a strangled shout. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she swallowed him down, a moan building in her chest.

The sound of him panting filled the bathroom, followed by his hand grazing her cheek and jaw. She released him with a gasp and looked up as he bent down to cover her mouth with his. Her hands scrambled to find purchase, gripping his arms as their tongues battled for control. The kiss was dirty and hot, everything she had never experienced before. The hand at her chin dropped to circle her throat and she whimpered, arching up towards him. Gripping her tighter, he lifted Daisy to her feet and hoisted her onto the counter.

She spread her legs and pulled him closer. Her fingers traced the muscles of his biceps and chest, then dragged down his stomach to the short hair at his groin. He returned the favor with his hands dropping to cup her breasts, thumbs swiping back andforth across her hardened nipples. Seconds later, her strapless bra was gone and so was the kiss as Rafferty took one of her breasts into his mouth. Arching into him, she gripped his hair and tugged as he sucked on her nipple, tongue and teeth joining to make her body shake. His hand gave her other breast all the attention it needed, pulling at the tight bud.

“Raff…” she breathed out, running one foot up and down the side of his leg. “Honey, please.”

He grunted against her chest, one hand sliding down her stomach to the waistband of her shorts. “This?” he asked, pulling back to meet her eyes. “Is that what you want?” She sucked in a rough breath and bit down on her lip, nodding as she stared at him. “I need to hear the words, Daze. Tell me what you want and I will do it.”

“Make a meal of me, hotshot.”

“With pleasure.” He smirked and tore off the cotton layer. He was on his knees, her ass at the edge of the counter and legs thrown over his shoulders. She barely had a grip on the edges before his mouth was on her lace covered pussy. She released a soft cry, collapsing back against the mirror as he sucked on her underwear and her at the same time. He gripped one of her thighs and lifted it, setting her foot on the counter so he could spread her open. She was at his mercy, like she had been in the greenhouse. And like that day, he ate her with a passion she had never experienced before.

He pushed her underwear to the side and flattened his tongue, sliding it up and down her folds, while he gently pressed against her clit. Every nerve ending was on fire as he spread her pussy open and licked into her. Her hips jerked, but with the way he was holding her, there was nowhere for her to go. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she watched through half-closed eyes as his tongue got every inch of her vagina. He hummed loudly, their gazes clashing as he covered her with his mouth again.Then his tongue was inside her, flicking and fucking, sending shivers up her spine. Her head fell back and her thighs started to tremble with the effort of keeping her orgasm at bay so she could enjoy this man and his talented mouth.

“Just like that, fuck! Oh god, Raff, you…ah, fuck,” she cried out, words and thoughts all blending together and making no sense.

He pinched her clit, tongue still working her over and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her sounds.

“More, more,please, I’m so fucking close,” she begged when he started to pull away, her hand sliding to the back of his head to keep him in place. She felt a soft puff of air against her pussy before his fingers were buried inside her. “Fuck!” Her back arched as her walls clenched tight around him and she exploded, stars bursting behind her eyelids.

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