AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Yes. Fuck, yes.
“No.”
She ignores me. “I think youdowant me. I think you want me a lot, but you’re convinced it’s wrong.” She uncrosses her legs and stands, staring at me across the kitchen with a fierce, blazing look that somehow makes me want to kiss her and run as far away as I can at the same time.
“You’re wrong.” I choke, taking a step back and bumping into the kitchen counter.
Daisy raises her eyebrows, advancing another step to lean her hip against the table. “How did you know about the break-in?”
I freeze, my heart pounding. How the hell had I forgotten to come up with some sort of justifiable excuse for that? I’m so thrown off by her attitude I just stand there and splutter dumbly, completely lost for words.
Daisy smirks, and I know I’ve just confirmed every suspicion she has.
What the hell happened? I had the upper hand, I was in control, and suddenly it’s all slipping away. Even my own cock is against me, so hard it’s throbbing and impossible to deny.
“So, you don’t want to touch me?” Her eyes sparkle in the morning light as they drift down over my body, catching for half a second too long on my iron-hard cock.
I need to leave, I need to walk away from this situation right-the-fuck now, but I can’t seem to get my feet to move. Numbly, I shake my head. “You’re not my type.”
In response, Daisy pulls my t-shirt over her head. Beneath, she’s wearing only a pair of plain, white panties. “What about now?” She asks, looking down at her own perfect body. “Do you like these?” She cups her little tits, rolling her nipples teasingly between her fingers.
My cock is so painfully hard I have to adjust myself as she watches, still smiling. “No. I don’t.”
Daisy hums thoughtfully, letting her hands fall back to her sides and taking another step toward me. There are only a few yards separating us now, and I’m trapped between her and my own damn kitchen cabinets.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
“Stop,” I order hoarsely. “I mean it, Daisy. I won’t touch you.”
She nods, like she expected this, and moves even closer. “That’s okay.” We’re standing only a few feet apart now. I could reach out and touch her, bite her, kiss her, consume her. “I can touch you, though, right?”
All the air leaves my body. I open my mouth, preparing to reject her all over again, but I don’t make a sound.
Slowly, giving me every opportunity to refuse or move, Daisy raises a hand to my chest. My entire body shudders beneath her touch, and I watch as her lips part in a silent sigh.
The loft is deathly quiet around us as Daisy leans forward, her pebbled nipples brushing my t-shirt, and presses her lips to my jaw. “I’ve thought about this so many times.” Her other hand joins the first, smoothing down my chest to slip beneath the hem of my shirt. “What it would be like to touch you, to make you feel good.” Her hot breath ghosts over my neck.
“Daisy.” I plead, my voice little more than a croak. Why can’t I just push her away? Why can’t I just leave? She isn’t stopping me.
She hums, kissing my neck, my collarbone, my chest. “Do you want me to suck your cock, Daddy?”
Precum is leaking freely from the engorged head of my cock now, and it’s all I can do to grip the edge of the counter, my chest heaving. Daisy’s hands drift lower to the waistband of my pants, and giving me one last burning look from beneath her eyelashes, my little brat drops to her knees.
“Do you like it when I call you that?” She asks innocently as the button of my fly gives way.
“Daisy.” I choke her name again, completely incapable of saying anything else. “Daisy,”
The zipper goes down next, and she tugs them down gently, her lips parting in surprise as she gets her first glimpse of my cock, barely covered by my boxer briefs, a wet spot darkening the fabric. As if she needed more proof of how desperate for her I am.
“It’s so big.” She murmurs wonderingly, reaching out to grip me through the material, stroking gently up and down. Looking up at me, I see the first hint of vulnerability behind those bright eyes. Despite her wanton attitude, she’s scared, nervous. I could end this now, cut her down and make sure she never tries this with me ever again.
I don’t.
I can’t.
“Open your mouth,” I growl instead, reaching out to weave my fingers into her hair. “I’ll show you how I like it.”
Daisy’s breath stutters as she leans forward immediately, drawing her tongue over the head of my cock.
