Page 36 of Fix Me Up

I spread her legs apart and dive into her sweet center.

Her taste on my lips is better than anything.

“Shit, you taste good, Daisy.”

She tastes like summer.

I lick into her core, stroking in and out of her cunt with my searching tongue.

Daisy sucks in a breath, her fingers biting into my scalp.

“Owen…” she whispers. I go slower, denying the urgency in her voice.

I need this. I need this to go slow and deliberate. I need her goodness and sweetness on my tongue as much as her radiant presence in my life.

I take one of her fleshy thighs and rest it on my shoulder.

I flatten my tongue and lick from the tight little rosette of her asshole, all the way up to her clit.

Her body tenses, and her fingers tug at my hair.

“Oh my god.”

“Don’t come yet, Daisy.”

She tries to relax. I love her for that.

But as soon as her fingers release my hair, my tongue laps at her tight little clit and she spasms.

“I’m coming! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I tried, but I’m coming!”

“That’s good. Come for me, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful when you lose control.”

“Oh shit! Oh fuck! Owen!”

Can’t come? Fuck whoever told her that.

Daisy’s made my bed so wet, I’ll have to strip the sheets later.

Except, maybe I won’t.

chapter

fourteen

Daisy

I am floating.

And Owen, my Owen, is face to face with me, his chin red from friction, and slick with my essence. He touches my chin.

“Listen to me. Don’t ever apologize for coming too quickly.”

“OK,” I say weakly, smiling up at him with what I’m sure is the dopiest grin.

“Making you come is a drug for me. And don’t you think I can make you come again and again as many times as I want to?”

“Wh-what?”

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