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Her tongue brushes against Sloan’s already sensitive clit, making her twitch again. Fucking Hades, Daisy feels glorious between her legs. Her tongue moves down to her cunt, and Daisy slowly licks up every remaining drop of Sloan’s come. Despite coming down from a mind-blowing orgasm, tension is already building again in Sloan’s core. As Daisy continues to consume her, thrusting her tongue inside her hot pussy, her hands find the back of Daisy’s head as her hips grind into her face, taking what she needs.
“That’s right, princess. Fuck my face,” Daisy mumbles from between her legs.
Sloan doesn’t need to be told twice. She holds firm onto the side of Daisy’s head as she writhes underneath her, getting the pressure she needs as Daisy eats her out. Before long, Sloan is cresting and falling again, yelling out, “Holy fucking shit. Yes. Yes. Yes,” as she comes for a second time. Daisy doesn’t complain about the force but hungrily takes in every drop of come that Sloan gives her.
Sloan releases her head, her arms falling limp beside her. Daisy rises, her face wonderfully glistening with Sloan’s slickness, and moves to meet Sloan’s face, kissing her deeply. Tasting herself on Daisy’s tongue is both dizzying and intoxicating. She never would have thought this could be as hot as it is, but somehow, everything with Daisy is intensified.
CHAPTER 32
Daisy
Over the next few days, Daisy tries to remain friendly but distant with Sloan. They meet when they can, based on their work schedules, to discuss any further updates for Mixing Our Spirits, and then fuck like they’ve never fucked before and won’t ever do it again. It’s sweaty, raw, and glorious.
She looks out to the tables, pushing out a tendril or two of magic, letting it wander around the space behind the bar as she lets her mind focus on Sloan. The split attention has become a new way for her to test her ability with her increased power.
With Sloan captured in her thoughts, she begrudgingly admits to herself that, mind-melting orgasms aside, spending time with Sloan isn’t horrible. Which is exactly why she needs to make sure she stays distant. She doesn’t want to lead Sloan on and make her think that there’s potential for anything else, but she also doesn’t want to let herself think there’s room for more.
Getting attached isn’t allowed. After a lifetime of disappointment in people she cares about leaving her and tossing her aside like a used tissue, Daisy understands that she can only trust herself. Getting attached isn’t acceptable. No matter how well Sloan can make her come. The Goddess is likely tired of hearing her scream her name in vain as she rides Sloan’s fingers and tongue, as she eats Sloan’s delicious cunt…
Daisy stops her train of thought before it gets too far. She isn’t seeing Sloan tonight and can’t take another punishing self-service session chasing the release she gets with Sloan. Her pussy needs a night off.
“Earth to Daisy!” Stella says, snapping her fingers in front of Daisy’s face.
Daisy blinks and pulls her magic back in, remembering where she is. “Shit, sorry. What can I get you?”
Stella laughs. She knows Daisy well enough that she likely knows precisely where her thoughts are by the flush of her skin. “Can I get a cheeseburger, fries, and a pale ale?”
“Sure thing. Is anyone else joining you?”
“Nope. Thought I’d stop by, get a bite to eat, and see how you’re doing,” Stella responds, placing her hands on the bar top and linking them together. “So, uh, what’s this about?”
Daisy puts her order into the system, pours her ale, and hands it to Stella. “What’s what about?”
“Please. You are all rosy and are giving off some potent ‘fuck me’ vibes.”
Daisy scoffs. “I am not giving off ‘fuck me’ vibes.”
“Please, if I weren’t seeing someone right now, I would have you bent over behind that counter screaming my name before you could say, ‘Give it to me,’” Stella says. “That look you have right now always made me weak in the knees.”
Daisy blushes at her comment, making her skin flush further.
“So, tell me who they are that’s got you all potent. Whoever it is, it must be good.”
Daisy leans onto the bar top, closing the space between them. It should be awkward to talk to her ex about sleeping with someone else, but it’s weirdly not. They were always better friends than lovers, and they never shied away from sexual conversations.
“It’s been fucking mind-blowing. Sorry to say, but I think this is the best I’ve had. I can’t quit thinking about her.”
Stella smirks as her gaze intensifies, latching on for more information. “Oooh. Do tell.”
“I can’t get enough. Seriously, I have to stop myself from thinking about my head between her legs, her head between mine, how she tastes, everything. It’s wild,” Daisy says.
“It sounds hot as fucking hell.”
“Honestly, Hades likely finds it scorching, and he lives among the flames of hell.” Daisy laughs. She’s worked herself up again, so she picks up a coaster and starts fanning herself with it, hoping it will help to cool the flames of desire raging inside her.
A ding sounds behind her, signaling Stella’s order is ready. Daisy picks it up from the order window and places it in front of Stella.
“So, who’s the lucky lady?”
