Page 15 of Fake Hearts and Kisses

Everything in me tightens. I shake my head. I’m about to do what no man in his right mind would do. Refuse a blowjob. “Not yet.” She tilts her head up to look at me. “I won’t last. I need you now.”

Her green eyes search my face for a moment, and then she releases me and slides back on the bed, letting her legs fallopen. The sight of her, vulnerable and ready, sets my blood on fire. I move to crawl onto the bed, but pause. In one quick motion, I have my wallet and remove a condom.

“Thank goodness,” Daisy breathes, looking up at the ceiling. “I was trying to decide.”

She would have let me fuck her bare?Fuck. I glance at the condom, but she pulls me forward, wrapping her thighs around my waist, making all other thoughts melt away. Those warm fingers weave into my hair and she presses her mouth to mine, sliding her tongue across my lips. I slick my tongue against hers, tasting her the way I did her pussy, slipping inside her, devouring her mouth until we are both breathless.

She tilts her hips upward as I grip my cock and slide it between her folds. I bite her lip as she whimpers, then nip down her jaw to her throat. I continue biting softly until I reach her breast, then take the tiny bud between my teeth and flick it with my tongue.

“Please, Blake.” She grips my dick and slides it over her wet center.

The feel of her sends pleasure tingling up my spine. Her touches and moans are unbearable, so I kneel back and quickly sheath myself in the condom. Gripping her thighs, I spread herlegs, lifting her hips to meet me. In one quick thrust, I drive into her. She cries out at the shock of me and I still.

“Fuck,” I grind out. She is so fucking tightly wrapped around me, if I move, I may come immediately. Squeezing my eyes shut, I resist the urge to pump mindlessly into her.

The small whimper she lets out makes me worry that I hurt her in my insane need to take her, but I feel her hips moving, trying to create friction.

“You’re so big.” Her fingers tangle in the blankets, her hips grinding again into me. I move slowly until she adjusts to me. She reaches above her and grips the headboard. “So big.”

I lean back, angling myself to see my cock slide in and out. One hand rests on her hip, the other roughly slipping her wetness over her clit. She lets out a throaty groan and grinds into me, her back arching off the bed. I thrust into her again, deeper, harder. Each time I drive into her, I watch her movements, matching her rhythm repeatedly until I’m sliding in and out at a steady, quick pace. Every time I drive in, her breaths hitch, like she’s shocked at how good it feels. I feast on the sight of her wrapped tightly around my cock, moving in and out of her pussy, slick from her, my thumb gliding over her clit. How her breasts move with each deep thrust. I move my hand her from hip and place it low on her belly, pressing down, feeling my cockhitting deep inside her under my palm. She lets out a strangled, gravelly sound, her movements growing wilder.

It’s too much.

“Daisy.” As I say her name, I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a plea.

Her back arches, and she cries out, tilting her head back. Her body clenches tightly around my cock, pulsing as her release rips through her. That’s all it takes, and I come undone. Gripping her hips, I drive into her hard. One. Two. Three times, before my release tears through me, shattering the world away. My head falls back, and I groan, pumping slowly into her as the orgasm fades. My eyes clear and I realize I’m still gripping her thighs, seated deeply inside her. I look down to find her eyes wide and staring at me.

“Holy fucking shit,” she breathes, her gaze sliding from my face to my chest, over my abs, to where our bodies meet. “Watching you come was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

With a chuckle, I loosen my grip and I fall over her, placing little kisses in the center of her chest.

“You’re pretty fucking sexy,” I say, moving up to her mouth and kissing her lazily. It feels like every muscle in my body was just wrung out. I pull out of her and roll off the bed.

“Blake,” she says. The sultry tone in her voice sends electric tingles down my spine. “I’m a liar. I’ve wanted to spread my legs for you the second I saw you.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

DAISY

Now

“Duck!”

Cold snow hits the side of my head with a painful explosion, falling under the loose scarf and into my sweater. I scream, pulling the fabric away from my chest and wipe away the remainder of the snowball from my hair.

“I told you to duck,” Blake says with a laughas he jogs up next to me.

“I was too busy building our arsenal.” I gesture to the pile of snowballs at my feet. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Incoming!” Erin screams.

Blake steps in front of me. The snowball hits his back with a loud thud.

“You’re not supposed to announce it,” Lily says. “You’re terrible at this game.”

Forest peeks out from behind the cabin then throws a snowball at Lily’s head. It contacts a loud thwack.

“Not the face!” she screams. “You’re supposed to avoid the face.”

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