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Like I’m wasting a perfectly good orgasm like that this time.

“You getting wet?” My thumb rubs her forehead as she obediently keeps up the pace. Her tongue darts inside me at a steady rhythm. I can’t tell you what her lips are doing. I don’t even know how to describe it. Her throat? Moaning for me. Like other parts of her, I’m sure. “Is your pussy getting ready for me?”

Eyes still on me, Daisy groans in the affirmative. Or at least those eyes say it’s a hearty yes.

“Touch yourself. Make sure you’re dripping by the time I fuck you.”

This is as much for her as it is for me. ‘Cause let me tell you… when your girl is rubbing her slit while eating you out, you’re having a good time. Plus, it makes her whimper all over me and her eyes struggle to stay open. Hell. Yes.

This is my girl.

This is my girl.

Sure, Daisy would make me call her a woman – and what a young woman she is – but there’s something about calling her my girl that makes it feel so much more intimate. Can I also confess that I’ve never thought of another woman this way?From the time I started running around in my teenage years, I’ve been waiting for the perfect gal to call mine.

I’ve found her.

Holy hell, have I found her. Now, I’m finally putting that feisty, pouty mouth of hers to good use. My body agrees. I hope she appreciates the taste I’m leaving all over her tongue.Glistening.

I need to go further.

I know she can do it. She did it the other night. She makes no protest holding her head against me, my fingers clutching the edge of her bed. Her concentration has increased, so she looks away.

“No, Daze, look at me.” When she does… holy shit. That’s pure surrender in her beautiful eyes. She’ll do whatever I want. She’ll go along with whatever I want. There is no hesitation between us. This is a woman who will let me have whatever I want.

Her.

I want her.

You know how.

“I can’t,” I finally confess, pushing her off me, catching one of her arms, and pulling her up to the bed. I crash my mouth against hers. Tasting myself. Tastingheras she has interpreted my body. “I have to have you now,” I mutter on her lips. “Now.”

Chapter 19

Daisy

I’ve never had a woman push me onto a bed like Lorde does. My mouth is barely full of air for the first time in five minutes, and already her tongue is shooting into it, her naked body slamming down on top of me in ways I didn’t know could feel so right.

I want her to do it. I want her to fuck me like this, with my back hard against the bed, my head digging against the pillow behind me. I want her to take me so hard that I can’t walk tonight. Then I want her to do it again. Again.Again, until my stupid body can’t take anymore.

There’s that gleam in her eye again. She keeps pushing this more and more. The more I acquiesce, the faster she’ll realize I’m not fucking around. This is what I want.

This is what Ineed.

But she doesn’t give that to me. Lorde lands on the bed beside me, her nudity screaming to touch me even though she doesn’t.

“Get on top of me.”

That’s an order if I ever heard one. The way her voice crashes into me is surreal. I never thought in a million years I would beg a woman to treat me like this. It’s not like that with Lorde, though. I’m trusting her with this fantasy of mine. I know that she’s the only woman who can make me feel like something more than the perfect heiress. Today is the day I unleash the dirtiest sides of myself. I’ll start by straddling her abs and bumping my ass against her mound. My hands will wander across her breasts. My lips will part and ask, “Is this what you want?” My aching pussy searches for her.Now. I need her now. I’ve been waiting for this day longer than I’ve been waiting for Lorde to fuck me, but now the two desires are colliding, and I’m about to go mad.

She grabs my hips and immobilizes me. I’m on top, but she’s controlling every movement. One of her hands meanders toward my thighs. I made sure I was ready for her to the point I drenched my poor thong. I don’t know what happened to that piece of fabric. Abandoned on the floor with everything else, probably.

“Please, fuck me,” I whimper, rubbing my entrance against her curling knuckles. “Please!”

“That’s right. Beg for me. Tell me how much you want me inside of you. Make it convincing. I’m reveling in my victory down here.”

The cad. The beautiful bitch! She’s been thinking about this since meeting me too! Oh, I bet she liked those fantasies. Bet she touched herself to them. She was always the type. Goes up against a girl who has the brains and guts to take her on, and she instantly starts thinking about how to tame me. Well… she’s got a point. That is what I want. I tell her as much.

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