Page 19 of Fake Hearts and Kisses

“Daisy.” He breathes out my name. “Fuck. Your mouth.”

That’s exactly what I want him to do.Gripping the base of him, I repeat the rough movement, again letting him hit the back of my throat. My eyes tear, but I pull back the same way and do it again. Blake makes a strangled sound in his throat, jerking his hips. I do it again but suck him in deeper before his length leaves my mouth. I work up a steady pace, sucking and licking, my saliva dripping down my chin. He’s so big I can’t take him all the way, so I use my hand to pump his base as I work him.

“Daisy,” he grinds out, moving his hips to meet my mouth, his fingers weaved into my hair, drawing me towards him with each thrust.

Pressing my free hand to my clit, I work myself to ease the pressure between my legs. He hits my throat and stiffens, then grips my hair and pulls me roughly away. He pops free of my mouth, gripping my hand to stop me from moving. “Fuck. I’m about to come already.”

I look up at him. He pets my head, searching my face. Sweat beads his brow and gleams on his chest. “Then why are you stopping me?” I ask.

Blake pulls me up and crushes me to his chest. “Because I want to fuck you, not just your mouth.”

He grips my ass, lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. When we reach the bedroom, he lays me down gently and crawls over me to the end table, where he pulls out the condoms he threw in the drawer last night. I spread my legs as he positions himself between my thighs. Last night he thrust into me so hard, and so fast that I saw stars. It was a combination of pain and pleasure. Now he’s kneeled between my legs, sliding himself through my folds, watching as his length parts my center. He slowly slips inside, inch by inch. My fingers dig into the sheets, and I arch my back to make him go faster. Once he’s seated, he stills for a moment to let my body adjust, then pulls out. My entire body tenses, waiting for it. He thrusts forward, hitting me deeply.

“Fuck,” I cry out as he does it again. I’m stretched tight, filled up, and each pump is hard, fast, and rough.

Blake grips my thighs, pushing them toward my chest. I pull my legs back, holding them up behind my knees so he can see our bodies joining as he fucks me. His thumb presses to my clit, adding to the need clawing inside me. His thumb circles my clit, moving down to my center as his length moves insideme, feeling me wrapped around him. Another hand slides up my belly, pressing down so that every time he pumps into me, he hits that spot that builds up so much pressure I’m lifting my hips, spreading my legs, arching my back, doing anything I can to get a release.

“Your pussy is fucking beautiful,” he says through clenched teeth. “So tight and wet.”

A strangled sound escapes. I’m mindless, caught up in the waves of pleasure. “I’m going to come,” I tell him, rocking my hips, trying to get him deeper and harder.

Blake keeps up the brutal pace, his thumb moving back to my clit. The muscles in his arms and chest ripple, his abs flexing with every thrust. His eyes seem to darken, almost black, as they wash over me.

“Come for me, beautiful girl,” he says.

A deep throaty cry rips out of me as my release crashes through my body, taking everything with it. Wave after wave ripples through me, and I rock with it, riding it until I fall to the bed. Blake falls forward, crushing me beneath him, his lips crashing to mine, devouring every sound I make. He drives into me deeply with one hard thrust as his fingers weave into my hair, pulling me to him. His forehead presses to mine, and hebreathes my name, his entire body clenching before he slows and collapses, resting his cheek on my shoulder.

We lay for a few minutes until our breathing slows. Blake sighs, placing a wet kiss on my neck. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, if anything at all. He’s still inside me, dusting light kisses on my shoulder, making his way to my neck, then finally my mouth. Blake presses light kisses to my lips and nose. I unravel my hands from my legs and slide them through his hair, holding him still and then capturing his mouth.

A twisting feeling starts in my stomach. Moves up my chest like a string wrapped too tight around my body, making my lungs feel constricted. It feels like we’ve just done something that maybe we shouldn’t have. Or maybe it’s something we’ve done by accident. Whatever it is, it feels like it may break me when I have to watch Blake walk away.

CHAPTER EIGHT

BLAKE

Now

Iwake early tofind Daisy wrapped around me, her arm’s thrown over my waist, legs intertwined in mine. Her sweet floral scent fills my nose as I breathe her in, trying to trap it in my memory. Last night was the best night of my life. Better than even the first time I sank into her. She’d woken me up with her mouth, trailing light kisses from my stomach to my cock. The heat of her mouth enveloped me as she took me deep until I hit her throat. I came so fast, hermouth working me, the little purring sounds she’d made sending me over the edge quicker than I wanted. It took me a minute to recover, but I again savored her, licking every inch of her.

My cock stiffens at the thought. Daisy makes a little sound, and I still. I lie next to her, relishing the moment. She shifts, untangling our legs, and turns over onto her back, the sheets slipping to expose the soft mound of her breast. Dread floods through me because this is it. The end.

I slowly slide off the bed so I don’t disturb her. In the doorway, I pause, looking at Daisy as she sleeps. The charm bracelet I gave her is securely latched around her wrist, which is thrown above her head. Messy, tangled hair fans out on the pillow around her head. I’ll never see her like this again. All her softness and curves. I’ll never hear her laugh or her soft moans again. I close my eyes, unable to bear the thought.

Out in the living room, I dress quickly, throwing on the same sweater I wore last night. As I slip it over my head, I’m filled with the floral scent of her perfume. I breathe it in for a moment, savoring the slight earthy tones mixed with the musky smell of sex. Her scent is all over me, and I’m taking it with me.

You got what you wanted, Blake.

So why do I feelso miserable?

I wanted to have her, and I did. Now it’s over and done. I move on; she moves on. Maybe I’ll see her again, maybe I won’t.

Note to self: Do not go to the coffee shop to look for her. Your creeper stalker days are over. Daisy only came to you because there were no strings, no emotions, and no promises to break.

I was safe for her to explore. She hinted at a hurt that runs deep enough that it must be terrifying to commit to anyone. Daisy made sure I wanted nothing from her other than this weekend, and now it’s over.

And it fucking feels awful.

Something changed between us yesterday. The idea of having Daisy was so consuming that I didn’t stop to feel this winding-up pain that sucks my breath away at the thought of never seeing her again. At the thought of stepping out of the car and walking away from her.

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