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She squirmed, panting a little, her eyes unfocused. “Yeah, I do. I want the good stuff, Hank.”
Cupping her butt, he let his fingers tease her crotch. Close to her ear, he whispered, “You’re sure, Daize?”
She cocked an eyebrow and grinned wide, so it cooled a little between them. “I’ll take every inch of what you’ve got for me, Hank Gallagher.”
He laughed, setting her down gently. They hadn’t even gone on a proper date, but already he was head over heels for her. “You’ve never gotten stuff like mine, Daisy Mae, I promise you that.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek and wriggled out of his grip, slipping her blouse back on, doing up the middle buttons on her shirt. Then she grabbed his hand, and they ran for the porch, ducking through the creaky screen door, letting it slam behind them. He followed her down a dim, narrow hall and she pushed a door open.
It felt like magic, stepping into Daisy’s bedroom. The glow of afternoon sunlight filtered in from behind lace curtains, casting dotted patterns on boots and jeans and magazines scattered here and there over a pale fuzzy rug.
She peeled her shirt and bra off. The golden light washed the pale skin of her ribs and belly and she looked like a nymph in a fairyland. But it was really Daisy— flesh-and-blood Daisy, sweet-nippled, softer and lustier than he could ever have imagined.
She sat on the iron bed frame and unbuckled her jeans, gazing up from the patchwork quilt with a smile that made him dizzy. He grabbed her brown Tony Lamas and pulled, then tugged at the hems of her jeans til it was just Daisy in front of him, bare-legged and bare-bellied, her crotch covered in a tiny scrap of lace. “Daisy rides in lacy panties,” he laughed, intensely hungry for another taste of her.
Running her hands under the slick spill of her tawny hair, she lay back, spreading it like a fan. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he stepped on the heel of each boot, easing them off.
Impatient, Daisy sat up, letting her fingers messed with the buttons on his fly. He yanked his jeans down off his hips. Through the thin cotton of his boxers, she touched what was between his legs.
As he lowered the elastic, his pulsing erection sprung forth.
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“Geez, Hank, are you part horse?” Daisy exclaimed.
Wide-eyed, she rubbed a fingertip over the velvety deep-tinted head of his erection. He grinned, kicking his jeans off, loving how eagerly her hands wrapped his fat cock, already leaking a bead for her. “I told you I had the best stuff for you, Daisy Mae.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know it was the biggest,” she breathed, cupping his scrotum.
Planting a knee on each side of her torso, he lifted her back onto the piles of pillows near her headboard. She was still holding him, touching his size and shape, teasing and rubbing, and his erection strained.
Taking her fingers away, he tangled them with his, easing down next to her, not wanting to move too fast, not wanting to rush her. Kissing her lips, he let his tongue find its way into her mouth, slow and gentle. He touched her breasts, tracing his fingertips around her nipples.
She moaned and opened her knees. “Let’s do this, Hank,” she whispered, taking his wrist from her chest and moving it so his fingers slipped into her wet cleft. Stroking her there, he found a rhythm, sneaking one finger inside then two, thrusting them into her slick cream. “Oh, Hank,” she gasped, twitching her hips, “This is gonna be so good.”
“I’ll make sure it’s real good for you, Daisy Mae,” he whispered. Climbing over her, he sucked each nipple, letting his hips slip between her knees. “Just tell me what you want.”
She moved her hands to his shaft and tucked its tip to her shiny wet middle. Her eyes sparked. “I want this. All of it… just take it slow.”
Pausing outside of her, he teased her center with his broad velvet head, sliding his thumb over her tiny peak until she squealed. Then he handed her a condom, grunting with an almost painful need as she rolled it over his shaft. Lifting her ribcage, he guided her against the pile of pillows, and she wrapped her ankles behind his hips, lifting her pelvis.
Still on his knees, he gave himself to her an inch at a time, easing into the tightness of her cleft with slow pulses, fondling the peaked tips of her nipples, taking it slow, watching her face as she softened and moaned, lips parted, so he knew how much she liked it.
When he was halfway there, she put her hands to his buttocks. Calling his name, knees splayed, she clutched his backside tightly with her fingertips, pulling him all the way inside with a deep, keening moan.
Tensing to keep control, he stroked steady and his thumb twitched, rubbing and coaxing her wet jewel until her eyes grew dark and round with desire.
She gasped, crying out in ecstasy as she writhed and clenched and bucked beneath him. His thrusts intensified as she moaned, then he slowed and held her in his arms, soft as petals.
“Oh, Hank, I never had it like this,” she breathed, kissing his mouth, flicking her tongue over his lips then inside so it tangled with his.
“You wanna stop?” he whispered, stroking her hair. “You’ve had enough?”
“I want you to have yours, too, Hank. I want you to come inside me,” she said. Clutching his butt, her eyes and mouth and voice stayed soft as she moved against him, keeping him deep inside.
Surrounded by the sweetest, slickest bit of Daisy he could ever have imagined, he pulsed into her gently until she twitched her hips, scooping him up so his thrusts became full and deep. Then she braced her feet on the bed and rocked her pelvis, taking him higher and higher. Reaching his climax, he tensed and grunted. Groaning, he called out to her, exploding into the heat, fusing them together with desire and passion and intensity.
As he held himself above her, panting to regain his breath, he stroked her hair, gently kissing her cheeks and eyelids. When she opened them, her wide-eyed gaze held such surprise, such awe and tenderness, he knew he could never truly belong anywhere else.
