Page 73 of Love to Hate You

I clear my throat. “Morning.” There’s no point in prolonging the inevitable.

“How’d you sleep?” she asks and stretches against me like a satisfied cat.

I stifle a groan and she grins.

“Good.” I’m not going to share just how well I slept with her in my arms. “You?”

Sure, I’m hoping for—maybe expecting—a cocktail of guilt and regret, but that’s not what I get.

“I slept well, thank you very much.” A sexy glint enters her eyes. I don’t realize that her fingers have detoured to my groin until they’re wrapped around my cock. “Although this was on my mind quite a bit.”

My throat goes dry as I tamp down my rising arousal. Everything that needs to be voiced empties from my head. I arch as she strokes my dick, pumping her hand up and down the rigid length.

How embarrassing would it be to come all over myself from a simple hand job? I can’t remember the last time that happened. Freshman year of high school maybe?

“Did I happen to mention last night,” she says conversationally as if we’re discussing the weather, “that I love your shaved balls?”

“Ahhhh…”

Hell yeah, she mentioned it.

At least a dozen times.

The fact that a clean close shave is usually a crowd pleaser is exactly why I keep it like this.

But the fact that Daisy likes it…

Fuck.

She loosens her grip and her fingers trail down to the base of my cock to play with my sac. As much as I enjoy her stroking my dick, I love this as well. It feels amazing.

In a different way.

It’s more relaxing.

Sexy relaxing.

Not I-want-to-fall-asleep relaxing.

There’s a difference.

A voice inside my head keeps asking what the hell I’m doing. But it’s so distant that I can barely make out the words over the blood rushing through my system. Clearly this kind of foreplay will only lead to one place and that’s with my cock filling her pussy. That image is enough to make me blow my load. I need to think about something else. I need to think about Noah and how pissed off he would be.

Yeah…that’s not enough to deflate the monster erection I’m rocking thanks to Daisy’s talented fingers.

So, I bring out the big guns.

Craig and Marnie.

But that’s not enough either.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks, wrapping a hand around my dick.

This girl…

It’s a little disconcerting that she knows precisely what will drive me to the brink of insanity. But without a condom, we can’t have sex. No glove, no love, baby. That’s the golden rule.

Her grip tightens until she has me in a chokehold and pumps my dick faster.

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