Page 82 of June 7

Chapter Thirty Two

Bane took the bottom of her shirt and pushed it up, exposing Daisy's bra. He snarled at the material, keeping him from her breasts.

Daisy wiggled, unlatching the back of her bra. His cock pulsed harder as her tits fell free from the material.

Her full lips parted. "Honey?"

At the glimpse of her tongue, he walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed, and then he picked her up and tossed her onto the mattress.

A burst of laughter followed her yelp of surprise. Damn. That sound got him right in the gut. He wanted that pure joy from her every day.

He'd work his ass off twenty-four/seven to make sure she never stopped laughing.

He tugged her shirt over her head. She shivered, her nipples peaking at the coolness inside the duplex.

He moved to the end of the bed, between her legs. Rubbing her thighs, he slid his hands over her shorts and hooked his fingers under the waistband. He removed them and her panties in one smooth move.

Her breasts fell wide on her slim chest. His cock pulsed. He'd keep her here for the rest of his life if he could.

Wrapping his hands around her ankles, he spread her legs. He gazed down, and his balls constricted. Pulling her hips toward him, he lowered his head.

She moaned before his mouth even touched her. He held on to her ankles, keeping her in place.

He flicked his tongue over the folds of her pussy. She squirmed, but he held on to her, not letting her wiggle away from his mouth.

Penetrating her with his tongue, he added small bites to her lower lips before circling her clit. Her hand landed on the top of his head, and she pulled him closer. Urged on, he slipped his tongue inside.

Her wetness met his lips. Rubbing his face between her legs, he continued to assault her clit. Teasing and withdrawing. Plunging and licking.

His nuts ached in pleasure as he worked to wind her up tighter before easing back slowly before she could find release.

"Oh," she crooned, lifting her pelvis.

He pulled back, blowing softly between her legs. Not letting her come. Not yet.

Raising his head, he met her gaze. Her eyes had grown soft and sleepy.

On top of her arousal, she'd had a big day. She'd conquered a long-time fear with the strength of a survivor. It's how she faced life.

His girl was strong. She never gave up.

And he couldn't be prouder of her.

"Bane." Her neck arched in need.

He knew neither one of them would last long. Not today when they had accomplished so much.

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