Page 84 of Almost Always

“We both know that once I get started, I’m going to lose all semblance of control.”

“You’re being too much of a gentleman. I like it when you’re unhinged.”

“When it comes to you, I’m permanently unhinged.”

“Show me,” she demanded, eyes blazing and pressed against him.

He dragged his hands down her sides, gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her up. She gasped, hands flying out to grab his shoulders as he set her on the counter. Their eyes met and she spread her legs in a silent request for him to truly unleash his restraint. He kissed along her jaw and down her throat as his hands fisted her clothes. She shifted so he could get the layers out of the way, one hand sliding along the inside of her thigh. He pulled back as the soft sounds of her panting filled the space, her pupils blown with lust.

“You sure you want this?” She nodded and he smiled at the glazed look on her face. His fingers lightly touched the sides of her underwear as he said, “Gimme words, Daze. What do you want me to do?”

Squirming against him, she whispered, “Fuck me with your tongue, hotshot.”

The words hit him in the dick and he growled, “With pleasure.”

He dropped to his knees, lifting one leg over his shoulder as he pushed the other to the side. He looked up to find her watching him and slowly rubbed his knuckles against herthrough the cotton of her underwear. The gusset was wet and he could feel the shape of her pussy against his fingers.

“Raff,” she moaned, bucking against his hand and when he pulled away, she huffed. He hooked his fingers into her underwear and tugged it to the side. The glass rattled as she slumped back against it, gaze hooded as she watched him.

“Fuckingspectacular,” he mumbled, staring at her bare pussy, wet and pink for him. “Making such a mess of yourself.”

One hand held her underwear, while he dragged the fingertips of the other one through her slit. She trembled as he watched her blossom and open for him. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn’t going to touch her clit yet. Instead, he spread her open with two fingers, unable to suppress a loud growl.

“This is my new favorite view,” he said and she jerked against him as he pushed two fingers into her. Twisting them, he gritted his teeth at the feeling of her walls sucking and clenching around him.

When he pulled his fingers out, she grabbed his wrist and sucked the digits into her mouth. His eyes widened at the way her tongue swirled, cheeks hollowing as she licked him clean. She released his fingers with a pop and smirked as he stared at her.

“I taste fucking good, hotshot,” she said and he grunted, tugging at her underwear. She lifted her hips and he slid them off, making sure to stuff them into his pocket. She pulled off the dress and apron, leaving her completely naked from the waist down; Daisy was the most tempting meal of his life. Her leg returned to his shoulder and she set the other foot on the counter, spreading herself open for him. “Go on, taste me.”

He licked his lips, like a man preparing for the best meal of his life. He dropped a hand to grip his cock through his pants and squeezed as he leaned in to get his first taste of her—sweetand fucking delicious. His eyes rolled back in his head as he licked up the length of her slit. Her moans filled the greenhouse and he felt her hands in his hair. The more he licked, the tighter her grip on his hair became and he swallowed every drop of her spilling onto his tongue.

She tried to direct him with the hand on his head, but he thwarted every attempt to shift his mouth to her clit by sucking on her labia or teasing her opening with his tongue. She huffed, but he wasn’t going to give in, not until he was ready. Pressing his hands against the inside of her thighs, he kept her spread and flattened his tongue to apply pressure to her pussy. She jerked, pulling at his hair enough to make him wince.

“Be still or I’ll stop.”

“Give me what I want,” she whined, fingers gently moving through his hair.

“Greedy,” he teased, nipping at the inside of her thigh.

He pushed his fingers in again and watched as her head tipped back against the glass, eyes fluttering shut. He twisted and curled them, rubbing against her walls. She shuddered and he pumped his fingers while he kissed along the leg draped over his shoulder. Her thighs trembled and he traced the silver lines on her skin with his tongue. They were beautiful and proof of how much her body had changed.

He had always been in awe of Daisy, but this adult version was definitely the one that astounded him.

“Raff…” she moaned and he slipped a third finger in, the sound turning strangled.

Her grip in his hair faltered and he kissed his way back to where his fingers were buried inside her. When she pulled at his hair again, he finally gave in and sucked on her clit. That one touch lifted her hips off the counter as she gasped loudly. Rafferty did the best he could to hold her steady as he continued to pump his fingers while his tongue worked on her clit. She waswrithing and squirming, moaning loudly as she pulled at his hair aggressively.

“Oh god, fuck, fuck,fuck!” The last fuck was dragged out as her walls squeezed around his fingers. Then she was coming, body shaking so hard he was certain the table was vibrating. His cock throbbed, feeling heavy as he stared up at her. When she finally collapsed against the glass, he slipped his fingers out of her and sucked them clean, using his other hand to adjust himself.

One taste is never going to be enough of this woman.

Keeping her legs spread, he licked and cleaned her up as she trembled at every swipe of his tongue. Once he was done, he kissed his way up her body, scraping his teeth against her hardened nipples as they poked through her bra. She sighed as he kissed along the swells of her breasts, up her neck and to her mouth. It was just a pressing of lips before he pulled back, smiling at how big her pupils were and he wondered if he looked the same.

“You’re right. You taste fucking perfect,” he told her, helping her sit up as she draped an arm around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers.

A soft giggle echoed into the kiss before her tongue swept over his bottom lip, flicking at his. He was very aware of how naked she was and how much he was wearing, but he didn’t care. Especially when she scooted to the edge of the table and pressed her wet center against him.

“You got me all dirty, Daddy.”

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