Page 74 of Love to Hate You

Fuck me that feels amazing.

Perspiration beads my forehead. I’m trying to hold back but it’s not working.

“Carter? Do you have a condom?” she asks.

Christ.

If she would stop fondling me for one damn minute, I might be able to harness enough brain power to think straight, but she doesn’t give me a moment of relief.

“Yeah.”

And just like that, I fold like a cheap house of cards. I wish I could say that I was disappointed in myself but all I can think about is the way she’s stroking my cock, and how close to blowing my wad I am, and how much I want to be inside her pussy when that happens.

The last thought does me in.

“Bedside drawer,” I ground out.

Daisy rolls to the side and pulls out a condom from the stash. I like to be prepared. Kind of like a Boy Scout. Using one hand and her teeth—which is hot as hell—she tears open the package and yanks back the sheet to straddle my thighs.

She’s all about taking control and I can’t say that it’s not a turn on.

What the hell am I saying?

Everything this girl does is a turn on.

Almost worshipfully, she strokes her fingers up and down my erection.

“God, you’re huge,” she whispers.

That kind of talk certainly isn’t going to help deflate this motherfucker. If anything, I grow even harder. Almost as if my cock is preening from her praise. A long growl leaves my lips as she continues caressing my length.

I need to say something.

What kind of douche has sex with a girl and then tells her afterward that it can’t happen again?

I can’t do that to Daisy. No matter how much I want in that unicorn pussy. I’ve been a prick in the past, but I’m not a douche.

There’s a difference.

Sleeping with her and then pulling the plug will only inflict more pain.

I squeeze my eyes closed and suck in a deep breath. I need to wrangle my emotions back under control. No one has ever made me lose my cool. No one forces me to feel something I don’t want to. Thanks to my father, I learned at an early age how to manage unwanted emotions. And that’s by shutting them down and burying them so deep that they never see the light of day again.

But Daisy has blown all my coping strategies to hell. And I don’t like it. Not one damn bit. I’ve seen what losing control can do. It’s dangerous. You crack open the door a tiny bit and suddenly every monster you’ve ever kept locked away escapes.

That thought does what Noah and his parents were unable to accomplish. When I open my eyes again, all the lust and desire that had been churning through my system dissolves.

Daisy sits astride my thighs with her gaze trained on my dick.

My now softened dick.

At least thoughts of my father are good for something.

Her brows beetle together as she stares at my junk.

I blow out a breath and keep all the emotion from my voice. “This can’t happen, Daisy.”

My heartbeat slows. The blood roaring through my veins and more obviously, to my cock, dissipates. Finally…finally I have some semblance of control back. There’s still time to turn this around.

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