Page 88 of Before You Can Blink
“W-what are you doing?” The words came out strangled as she dropped to her knees.
My fly was wrenched open, and my hard cock—that had clearly gotten the message my brain still struggled to receive—sprang free.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Licking her lips, she peeked up at me through thick black lashes.
Voice gone gravel, I rasped, “It’s the middle of the day, Daze.”
She flashed me a wicked grin before swallowing my cock and humming her response. “Mm-hmm.”
“Fuck.” My head dropped back against the door at my back as white-hot pleasure surged in my veins.
Daisy sucked me deeper before pulling back to swirl her tongue over the sensitive head. The move had me gritting my teeth and clenching every muscle I had to keep from coming on the spot. I couldn’t remember the last time my wife gave me a blow job, and I’d be damned if I let it end too soon because I couldn’t keep a firm grip on my self-control.
Forcing my eyes open, I stared down at the goddess on her knees for me. Skin flushed, eyes bright, and cheeks hollowed, she was an absolute vision.
“Daze,” I rasped, tangling my hands in her hair. “Goddamn, you’re such a naughty girl, luring me in here to suck my cock.”
Her throat worked on a swallow, rippling around my length, and I was forced to grip the door handle behind me to keep upright.
“Were you thirsty, baby?” I tugged on her long brown tresses by the roots, giving her no option but to meet my eye.
Tears streaked down her face, and she gave the tiniest nod. Each heave of her chest had her breasts brushing against my legs, and it didn’t escape my notice how her hips shifted restlessly.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded.
A whimper sounded, and with one hand anchored on the base of my dick, the other rucked the fabric of her skirt high enough that she could reach between her thighs. I felt it the moment her fingers made contact, her pleasure vibrating through her lips to settle in my balls.
With my climax looming, I wasn’t going to last much longer. Holding her steady, I began to rock into her hot little mouth, taking my pleasure. Sparks skittered down my spine in time with her moans, each one threatening to ignite the fuse that would set off the explosion.
Then the sexy little vixen I married gave a firm tug on my balls, and I was done for.
Grunting, I buried myself as far as I could go before my cock swelled and I unleashed down her throat, the waves of pure ecstasy seemingly unending as stars burst behind my tightly sealed eyelids.
Breathless, I withdrew, panting out, “That was . . . unexpected.”
Her sultry laughter had my softening cock twitching. “Good unexpected, I hope.”
I huffed. “Are you kidding? I’m just trying to figure out what I did to deserve it.”
Palms slipped up my thighs and over my chest as she stood. “Honestly? I got all hot thinking about getting you off where anyone could hear us.”
My eyes widened. “Did youwantsomeone to hear us?”
“No. But I liked the idea of sneaking around. Made it more exciting, don’t you think?”
I let out a husky chuckle. “Honey, it’s exciting any time I’m able to have an intimate moment with you. But if the danger of getting caught is what turns you on, I will happily make myself available for your use any time, day or night.”
Her cheeks grew an even deeper shade of pink. “Really?”
How was that even a question after all the years sex had taken a backseat to all our other responsibilities?
“Oh, hell yes, Daze.” Gripping her chin, I hauled her in for a bruising kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. “Now give me your panties.”
“What?” Daisy pulled out of my hold, stumbling back a step.
I snapped my fingers. “Panties. Now.”
“B-b-but.” The protest died on her lips when I arched an eyebrow, challenging her to continue arguing.
