Page 69 of Love to Hate You

Chapter Twenty-Two

Carter

Fuck me.

As wrong as this is, I don’t think anything has ever felt more right. The way her tongue laps against the head of my cock is pure nirvana. She’s taking these long slow swipes. Watching Daisy’s tongue dance across my dick is the biggest fucking turn on in the world. My eyes nearly cross when she licks me from the tip to the root and then laps at my clean-shaven balls.

Holy Mother of God.

Can I get an amen?

Gahhhhh.

The pleasure rolling through me is almost suffocating. I’m not sure how I’m going to last more than a few minutes of this sweet torture and she hasn’t even sucked my dick yet. I wasn’t sure how Daisy would feel about the whole shaving situation south of the border, but from the way she’s stroking me, she seems like a fan.

You know what started the manscaping?

A stupid bet that I lost sophomore year of college. I’ll tell you what, it’s the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I was pleasantly surprised by the reaction the boys were greeted with the first time I hooked up. Without the jungle of hair, they got a hell of a lot more play time.

So I kept up with the maintenance.

Can it be a pain in the ass?

Sure, it’s time consuming. But oh-so-worth it.

And since I enjoy a nice smooth pussy, I totally get it.

Hey, I’m not going to ask a girl to do something I’m not willing to do myself.

You’re welcome.

Kneeling between my legs, Daisy lavishes attention on one ball before slowly shifting to the other. I close my eyes and enjoy her talented tongue.

“I love how smooth they are,” she whispers in awe, confirming my suspicions.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Because God knows that I’m enjoying the fuck out of what she’s doing. I nearly swallow my tongue when she sucks one ball into her mouth and pops it free.

Holy hell.

Who is this girl and where did she learn to do that?

Better question—will she do it again?

I’m hovering at the precipice, and that little maneuver pushes me closer to blowing my wad. She gives the other one an equal amount of attention and licks her way up my shaft. Her tongue swirls over the throbbing head. Flattening her tongue, she caresses the delicate underside.

My fingers sink into her hair. I’ve spent years wondering what the texture would feel like. It’s more amazing than I imagined.

There are times when you want something so badly, that you build it up until the actual experience turns out to be a letdown.

Just to be clear, this is not one of those situations.

Not even close.

Being with Daisy is so much better than I ever dreamed. We’re talking years of denied desire raging like a beast inside me. I’m not sure if a freight train barreling down the tracks could stop this from happening.

Especially when Daisy sucks my dick into her mouth.

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