Page 64 of What He Wants

She shivered, twisting her arms around the back of my neck. “Yes!” She tightened her muscles around me, which threatened to end it for me. “Fuck me good, Big John.” When she turned her face upward and tilted her head I swooped down and covered her mouth with my own.

Jesus, the woman tasted better than whiskey. She was sweeter than honey, softer than satin, her full lips quenching my thirst, and I devoured her. Kissing her with a rough hunger as I fucked her hard and fast. She brought the beast out in me, the one who turned fucking pain into pleasure, while soothing the darkness inside me. So many years of chaos and destruction, and death, and this one little woman was the balm for my soul.

She was saving me.

“Daisy, baby, I’m going to fill you with my seed and then watch it slip out of you.” She moaned. I squeezed her tit, while my other hand manipulated her engorged clit. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she gasped when I touched her.

“Whose dick is inside you?”

“Yours,” she whispered.

“Get ready, baby!”

I heard her suck in her breath and knew she was getting ready to come. A little pinch sent her flying over the top, and she was convulsing wildly against me. The feel of her body pulsing around my dick, the slickness that coated me, got the same reaction out of my body. My balls drew up tight, and then I was whipping my dick out and coming all over the front of Daisy’s twisting beauty. Great arcs of cloudy sperm coated her belly and tits and even reached as far as her chin.

I’d wanted to fill her pussy but the thought of marking her with my scent had won out.

I pumped my dick until it was dry and deflating in my palm, releasing it to fall limp between our legs. Daisy was panting above me, while I was breathing harshly at the back of her neck. I moved the fall of her damp hair aside to keep it out of my mouth as I sucked in air. As we lay there and let our bodies cool I rubbed my seed into her skin. When I was done, and satisfied that I’d thoroughly covered her I brought my hand up to her chin, gathering the small drop of cum on the end of my finger. She opened like a bird to me when I settled my finger against her lips.

“Good,” she murmured, sucking the digit inside and licking it with her tongue until it was all gone. As if suddenly aware of our positions she said, “I have to be heavy on you.”

She tried to move but I held her firmly where she was. “Hell, no, baby. You feel fucking perfect against me.”

She laughed softly. “What I feel is all sticky and well fucked.”

“That, too.” I agreed, flipping her over until she was looking down at me. “With my seed, baby. I want my mark on you. I want everyone to know that you belong to me.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Am I supposed to walk around with the smell of your cum all over me?” she teased with twinkling eyes. “Is that what your brothers do to their girls?”

“Yes,” I said firmly. “We mark our women with our scent, our teeth, tattoos, property of jackets, whatever the fuck it takes to show ownership.”

“Sounds barbaric,” Daisy said, but there was a smile in her eyes. “Do you pee on us, too?”

I reached down and squeezed her ass. “Do you like golden showers, baby?” I grinned when her eyes widened with shock. “Because I’m down with that.”

“No! I, no! Have… you… ever?” she inquired with some hesitation and embarrassment.

What was that look in her eyes? I narrowed mine, trying to decipher what I saw. Was my woman into kink? Did the thought of a golden shower intrigue her? I didn’t mind a little kink in the bedroom, but I’d held myself back with Daisy. She hadn’t seemed like the kind of woman who would go for cuffs, whips and blind folds, much less being doused in bodily fluids that weren’t cum.

Christ, the thought was turning me fucking hard again.

“I need a shower.”

“I like my smell on you.” I covered her tit with my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You would, you, you, Viking Neanderthal.”

A snort of laughter escaped me. “I don’t think there was such a thing as a Viking Neanderthal,” I said with a smirk.

“Well, I couldn’t make up my mind what to call you. The first time you walked through my salon door you reminded me of a big, dangerous, Viking. But you’re spraying your scent all over me makes me think it was probably something a hairy caveman might have done.”

There was a brief knock at the door and then it was opening. Daisy squealed and dove for the covers, while I directed a glare at my VP, who just grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

“You need to learn to lock the door, brother,” Rock smirked, standing in the entranceway. His gaze took in the cowering woman next to me, who had managed to bring the covers up to just beneath her chin. She was peering at Rock with embarrassment. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” Daisy said softly.

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