Page 128 of You Said I Was Your Favorite

I care about this girl more than anyone else I know. Could probably fall in love with her, if I haven’t already.

“Let me clean you up,” I whisper.

Another nod is her answer, her hair rustling against the pillow.

Letting my hand drop, I smooth it up the back of her leg, squeezing her thigh. She wiggles her ass and my gaze drops to the perfect round shape, suddenly tempted to sink my teeth into the fleshiest part of it.

Shit. Not yet. I don’t want to scare her.

“Turn over on your back,” I urge and she does, a faint smile curling her lips when her gaze meets mine. “Spread your legs, baby.”

Suddenly looking shy—hilarious considering she’s naked—she averts her gaze and spreads her legs, all of that glistening pink flesh on display. I take the warm, wet washcloth and dab it between her legs, my gaze on her face the entire time.

She winces when I touch a particular spot and when I finally finish, I check the washcloth, not surprised at all to find tiny streaks of blood on it.

Shit. I hurt her. But she was a virgin. I was bound to hurt her.

Feeling guilty, I throw the washcloth on the floor, kicking it under the bed.

“Roll back over on your stomach,” I tell her and she does without saying a word, clutching the pillow, her arms stretched over her head.

I resume stroking her legs, my cock rousing, Daisy stirring beneath my hands. Like I’m working her up too. She’s restless, her legs shifting, and I catch glimpses of her pretty pink pussy, still soft and glistening.

I shouldn’t do anything to her. I should leave her alone. She’s probably sore and achy and doesn’t want me to touch her.

But my cock’s standing at attention now and it’s an insistent fucker. Carefully I lock my fingers around both of her ankles. “Get on your knees.”

She could tell me no. Or beg off by saying she’s too tired. Too sore. Over it.

Daisy does none of that. There’s no hesitation when she drags her legs toward her and rises onto her knees, her upper half still pressed into the mattress. What a sight she makes. Ass straight up in the air, her pussy on display just for me.

Leaning in, I press my face against her, making her jolt. Her musky scent drives me fucking wild and I brace my hands on either side of her ass, gripping her tight so she can’t move. I tease her pussy with my tongue, searching every part of her on display.

Daisy cries out, her voice muffled thanks to the pillow that she’s clutching to her face, her knees spreading open wider. Her silent invitation that she wants more.

I will more than gladly give this girl whatever she wants just to make her moan my name and shudder in pleasure.

I lick her everywhere I can touch, my fingers drifting upward, until I’ve got my thumb pressed against her asshole. She bucks against my mouth, basically sobbing into the pillow, and when I suck her clit between my lips, she cries out my name, her entire body shaking. I don’t let up my ministrations on her clit until she’s trying to pull away from me and when I back up, she collapses onto the mattress.

Without hesitation, I go to her, wrapping her up in my arms and clutching her close, spooning her. She shifts closer, her ass right on my dick, her body still shaking, and I press my lips on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, her pulse pounding beneath them.

“Oh my God,” she finally whispers, making me chuckle.

“Liked it?” I kiss her neck.

“That was…”

“Fucking hot?” I supply for her.

“Yes.” A nod. “Definitely.”

We lie in silence and despite the raging hard-on I’m still sporting, my eyelids eventually close and my thoughts start to drift. I can hear the rain falling outside, the drops hitting against the windows whenever there’s a gust of wind and it’s soothing.

So soothing, we both eventually fall asleep.

* * *

I wakeup to complete darkness, slowly realizing I’m alone in the bed. I sit up quickly, pushing my hair out of my eyes to find Daisy moving about the darkened room, running into furniture.

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