Page 127 of Almost Always

“Good boy,” she whispered and covered his mouth with hers, the kiss sweet and filthy in equal measure. He groaned against her lips, hands sliding down to cup and squeeze her ass. “Now—” she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back, smirking “—strip and get on the bed.”

Arching an eyebrow at the demand, he shed his clothes. At the same time, she peeled off her tank top to reveal her very sensible bra before she was unhooking that as well. Gone was the apprehensive woman and standing completely naked in front of him was the one who spread lipstick all over his body after a mind-melting blowjob.

Much to his surprise, he could see himself in the mirror as he backed up and sat on the bed. She caught his line of sight and looked over her shoulder.

“You want to use it again?”

“To watch whatever you’re planning to do to me? If it would please my wife.”

She bit her lip and her eyes flared at that term. “How can I refuse my husband?” she teased.

Then she was kneeling in front of him and all thoughts flew from his mind. She pushed his legs apart and scooted forward, wrapping her left hand around his cock. The engagement ringtwinkled as she stroked him slowly from base to crown and back. With their gazes locked, she kissed the tip and squeezed, licking up the bead of moisture that appeared. She sucked the head into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she slid him deeper. He leaned back, hands fisting the sheets as she took him as deep as she could, his tip hitting the back of her throat. Her groan vibrated through him and his head fell back, a gasp falling from his lips.

“Fuck.” He forced himself to watch as she twisted her hand and bobbed her head. Her eyes were wide and fixed on him, making him completely lose his mind. He cupped her jaw as she dragged her teeth along his cock. He trembled at the sensation and sat up, gathering her hair in both hands as he stared down at her.

She pulled her mouth off him and grinned, and licked him slowly. She was testing him and shockingly, Rafferty liked it. He focused on his breathing as she dragged her tongue down his cock and along the underside before taking him back into her mouth. Twisting her hair around his hand, he tilted her head back slightly and growled her name. She widened her mouth and sucked him harder, scrambling all his thoughts.

His eyes drifted to the mirror and the sight of them in that position set him on fire. “Lift that ass, I want to see all of you.”

Daisy obliged, arms resting on his thighs as she lifted her bottom half, giving him the most incredible view of her glistening core. He slid a hand down her back as her tongue twirled around his dick and grabbed her ass. She rocked back against him and he grunted at the way her mouth worked him over. Sliding a finger between her ass cheeks, he pressed the tip of his finger against the puckered hole and smiled when she moaned loudly. He watched as she slipped a hand between her thighs and started touching herself. Her hips rocked against themovement of her fingers and he allowed it for a few minutes before he wrapped his hand around her wrist and tugged it away.

“Only I get to touch and fuck that pussy,” he told her and she dragged her teeth against him, making his head spin. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he traced her pout with his thumb and kissed her stubbornness away. With their mouths locked, she pushed herself up and into his lap, fingers threading through his hair as the kiss went from messy to straight up dirty. Her tongue tangled with his and her hips rocked forward, drenched pussy rubbing against his wet cock

She tugged on his hair and the kiss broke, her eyes blazing with lust. “Grab the condoms.”

With one arm around her waist, he flipped them over and pinned her to the middle of the bed. She tipped her head back and laughed, her whole body shaking at the action. He kissed a line down from her jaw to her belly button and the laugh turned into a strangled moan. At a gentle tug of his hair, he moved over her again and she tapped his chest. He looked at the tattoos she was tracing—thealwayswith the hearts and stars she’d drawn floating away.

“How many more of these are you going to get?”

“As many as I can fit on my body.”

She grinned and he moved off her to grab a condom from her nightstand. He’d stashed a box in there a few weeks ago, when it became clear that they were better off making all of the noise they wanted in her house without worrying about Cal. He returned to bed as she sat up, her dark hair wavy and wild, spilling over one shoulder and covering her breast. She looked like she’d been manhandled already, when he hadn’t done enough. Before he could reach for her, she was scooting to the side and shaking her head.

“I want to be on top.”

“As you wish,” he said, sitting in the middle of the bed where he could still see his reflection. When she moved back to him, he tore open the condom and rolled it down his cock, not wanting her to touch and torture him again.

“Boo, that’s my job.”

“How about you get up here and ride me and make that your new job?”

She snorted, but straddled his lap. One hand tangled in his hair as the other slipped between their bodies. Their gazes clashed as her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly. He forced himself to breathe through every spark that ran up his spine, hands dragging up and down her thighs. She pressed him against her sex, pussy spreading over his crown as she slid down on him. A gasp-moan slipped out of her, goosebumps spreading across her body, as her hips dropped to his. Her walls clenched around him and he shuddered, leaning forward to rest his forehead against her chest.

“Fuck, so full,” she whimpered.

He groaned as she pulled at his hair, tipping his head back. She rocked against him faster, mouth latched onto his neck. Rafferty sucked in big gulps of air, one hand sliding down to grab her ass to guide her. Her hips moved faster, his cock stroking her inner walls, and he held her tight, giving her exactly what she wanted.

When her mouth found his, she moaned loudly and shifted to plant her feet on the bed. Then she started to bounce. He felt lightheaded, but tightened his arm around her waist, his fingers digging into her ass as she fucked him. They’d never done this before—her being in charge and chasing her pleasure—but it felt so fucking good. Her hips slowed and one hand landed on his thigh as she swiveled her hips in slow figure eights, guiding him right where she wanted him.

The kiss broke and her head fell back, fingers digging into his skin everywhere she held him. His mouth moved over her throat, licking and sucking and nibbling as she moved. Her pussy took him deeper with every downward roll and teased him mercilessly with the upward stroke. His head spun and body tightened with how fucking fantastic she felt.

He gripped her hips, holding her steady as he thrust up into her. “I’m so fucking close.”

Her moans got louder and shakier, but she dropped her forehead to his. “Come for me, Raff.”

Despite his hold on her body, she rolled her hips roughly and her walls clenched around him. Stars exploded in his vision and he moved, pressing her back into the bed as he took over fucking her. She screamed, arms and legs winding around him as he thrust deep enough to stroke her G-spot. She was shaking beneath him as she came, the sounds of her release echoing through the space as he continued to fuck her. She grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside her and he let go, his thrusts slowing as he filled the condom. He inhaled deeply and dropped onto her, his head landing on her chest as she tightened her hold on him.

“Part of your vows,” she said, fingers running through his hair, “should be that you’ll always fuck me like that. Feral, like you want to break me.”

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