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It’s tough though. All I want to do is unleash on her. Fuck her until she’s crying out my name and clinging to me. Whenever I slide a finger inside her, she’s so damn tight, I can only imagine what will happen when I finally push inside that tight little pussy. I’ll probably come in seconds.
Talk about lacking in finesse. It’ll probably be like doing it for the first time all over again.
I’m currently trying to keep my cool with my arms folded behind my head, keeping a firm eye on Daisy as she basically mauls me with her mouth. When her lips drifts across the spot right above the waistband of my boxer briefs, my cock surges against the cotton, eager to escape.
She lifts her head, strands of blonde hair tumbling over one eye as she contemplates me. Her fingers curl around the waistband, gently tugging down, and our gazes stay connected as she pulls the fabric down, down. Until my cock essentially pops out, waving in the air, eager to greet her.
All the air lodges in my throat when she glances down, her eyes on the head of my cock, her lips parting. She’s touched me bare before. Plenty of times. But her mouth has never been that close.
My muscles tense in anticipation and she reaches for me, her fingers curling around the base, giving me a firm squeeze, just like I taught her. I was always worried she’d want to do this sort of thing at night. In the dark. Too afraid to let me see anything.
But she likes to watch. To see everything and I’m so fucking grateful for that. It’s like my own personal porn, watching her stroke me, feeling her fingers press and squeeze. And when she dips her head, her soft, wet lips brushing against the tip of my dick, I can’t help the groan that leaves me.
Daisy glances up, her eyes still on me as she sticks out her tongue and licks me, swirling it around the head before dragging it down my shaft. Another groan escapes, this one louder and I close my eyes for a moment. Savoring the drag of her tongue up and down the length of my dick, tickling just underneath the flared head.
“Am I doing it right?” she asks at one point, lifting her mouth away from me completely.
My eyes pop open and I take her in. The disheveled hair and swollen lips. The half- unbuttoned shirt with her tits straining against the front. The skirt hiked up past her hips, exposing her pretty pink panties.
“You’re doing it so right,” I rasp, my breaths coming fast. Like I just ran ten miles. “Take off your shirt.”
She shrugs out of it immediately, the bra still on.
“Take that off too,” I encourage, needing all the visuals I can get.
The bra is gone in seconds, her perfect tits on display and I watch as she bends over me once more, taking me fully into her mouth.
Within minutes, I’m ready to come. Fucking dying to come. Reaching for her, I shove her hair away from her face so I can watch, my hips lifting in rhythm with her busy mouth, panting. My heart feels like it could beat straight out of my chest and when she draws me as deep as possible, her cheeks caving in like she’s turned into a human vacuum, I hiss out a breath.
“I’m fucking close,” I warn her, but she doesn’t acknowledge me. Just keeps sucking and stroking and licking and driving me out of my fucking mind. “Daze. I’m gonna come.”
Still no acknowledgement. And I can’t take it any longer. My orgasm is eminent, pressing down, until I can’t control myself any longer.
I groan her name, my hips bucking when the orgasm hits me, pulsating through every part of me. She never pulls away from me, swallows as much down as possible before she removes me from her mouth, semen dribbling past her lips and down her chin.
Fuck, that was hot. My body is still shaking when I collapse on the bed and I close my eyes, trying my best to calm my still racing heart.
She gets up from the bed and I crack open my eyes, watching her as she stands, the skirt falling at her feet in a heap since I unzipped it earlier. She kicks it away along with her loafers, the heavy shoes thunking on the carpet as she pads across the room, her head swiveling like she’s in search of something.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
Daisy turns toward me, her breasts bouncing, nipples hard as can be. “You have a bathroom?”
I wave my hand to the right. “It’s over there.”
She heads in without a word and I can hear water running for quite a while. When she comes back out, she’s got a washcloth clutched in her hand and she crawls back onto the bed, hovering next to me on her knees. “Can I clean you up?”
Her sweet voice and innocent question just about do me in. I’m tempted to grab hold of her, crush her to me and never let her go, but instead I nod, biting down hard on my lower lip so I don’t say anything stupid like, I’m madly in love with you. You can’t ever leave me.
Instead, I remain quiet, grateful the washcloth was soaked in warm water, twitching when she touches me in sensitive places. When she’s finished, she climbs off the bed once again and disappears back in the bathroom before she returns, crawling onto the bed and cuddling up right next to me.
I immediately grab at the throw blanket that somehow still remains draped across the corner of my bed, pulling it over us and tucking her in close. She’s got her head under my chin, her face pressed against my neck. Her leg is draped over both of mine and I plant my hand right on her ass cheek like I own it, my fingers slipping just beneath the thin fabric of her panties.
She doesn’t say anything for so long, I’m afraid she might be having second thoughts. I’m about to ask when she finally speaks.
“Why didn’t we do that sooner?”
Chuckling, I squeeze her shoulders with my arm and she tips her head back, allowing me to dip my head and press my mouth to hers in a soft kiss. “I tried to tell you.”
