Page 37 of Fake Coral and Keys

Involuntarily, my hips tilt up, my body wishing she’d grab me fully.

With another grin, she slides down, trailing kisses over my shirt. She stops at my waist and unbuttons my pants. The zipper grates quietly in the nearly silent room. My dick throbs, watching her lick her lips. She looks up at me under long lashes as she frees me and wraps her hand around my length. I stifle a moan. How can she feel so good every single time? We’ve fucked so many times in the last few days; each time, it gets better as we learn about each other’s bodies.

Daisy pushes my legs apart and climbs between them. She pumps my cock lightly, teasing me with light kisses before her warm tongue slides up my dick and she takes me into her mouth. The wet heat makes me groan, and I wrap my fingers in her hair. I don’t know what I did to get so lucky. She sucks the head of my cock, then takes me in deep until I hit the back of herthroat. Even though I want to grip her head and thrust upward into the heat of her mouth, I gently run my fingers through her hair, cherishing the sight of her lips around my dick. She runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, then flicks it over the head as she pumps me with one hand.

Grinding my teeth, I let out a quiet hiss, trying to keep myself in control. She’s moving slowly, sweetly. I want to keep the tenderness of the moment, even though everything in me craves to flip her over and fuck her until she’s whimpering.

I grip her hair. “I want to fuck you. Now.” Some animalistic part of me wants to claim her as thoroughly as possible. I tug on her hair to keep her from sucking me into her mouth again. Daisy releases my cock with a slight pop and smirks as she crawls up to position herself over me.

Gripping my dick, she slicks me between her wet folds, and we both groan. She lowers herself onto me, her eyes fluttering closed. All the breath in my lungs leaves in a rush as her body envelops me. I slide my hands under the robe and grip her hips.

Digging my fingers into her skin to hold her in place, I thrust upward. “You’re so tight.” Another thrust. “So wet.”

Daisy bites her bottom lip as she shudders. She’s so fucking gorgeous it hurts. I thrust up again to meet heras she comes down on me. Her breath hitches. She slides her hands up her waist and over the robe, caressing her breasts. I marvel at how open she’s become in the last few days, like a beautiful goddess. I tighten the grip on her waist and continue to thrust up. We set a languid pace, and each time she lowers herself, she grinds down, rolling her hips, taking her own pleasure. She unties the robe, letting it fall open. Daisy grips her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Her mouth opens in a gasp, and it takes everything in me to just watch her and not sit up and take her nipple in my mouth or kiss her pink lips.

“You feel so good,” she rasps out, and I know she’s close.

I release her hip and angle my hand so I can brush my thumb over her clit. The sharp cry she lets out tells me that’s exactly what she needed. “You’re exquisite,” I breathe out and slam up into her. Her mouth forms a smalloh,and I pick up the pace, slamming into her as I continue to slide my thumb over her clit.

It hits her so hard and fast that she sucks in air, falling to my chest. Her entire body seizes up, and I feel her pussy clench tightly around my cock, sending waves of pleasure down my spine. Stars pulse behind my eyes as my rough pumps slow. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly to me. Her warm breath fans over my chest through my shirt, and I realize wenever removed our clothes. She presses a kiss on my chest and leans up.

“Let’s cancel breakfast and stay here.” Daisy brushes her sleep-tousled hair away from her face. Even freshly fucked and barely awake, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

I run my hand along her bare arm, drinking in her beauty. “Are we to survive off sex alone?”

She grins and licks her lips. “We can get room service.”

“Or we can meet your family for breakfast as planned and come back here.” My stomach sinks.Fuck. I forgot about how I acted last night. Do her parents know? Did the staff inform them I assaulted that dickface?

She sees my expression and runs her hand down my face, washing away my worried look. “Don’t worry. I highly doubt my parents found out.”

“What about Justine?”

The lightness in her deflates with my question. She pulls the robe up and covers herself. “Justine isn’t a problem unless I make her one.”

My phone rings, and we both look at the end table. This is the first time my phone has rung since we’ve arrived here. I reach over and grab the phone. When I see the name, my stomach dips. TJ. Why is he calling? The ringing stops, and itgoes to voicemail. If it’s important, he’ll leave a message. But why is he calling in the first place? He knows exactly where I am. Unless there is a problem. But how? TJ’s covered for me, and there is no way the judge would require seeing me.

The phone pings that there is voicemail. A second later, it rings again.

“You can answer it,” Daisy says, still sitting on me, my cock inside her. “I’ll give you some privacy.” She shifts to get up and winces as I slide out of her. She slides off the bed and shuts the bathroom door behind her.

Sitting upright, I tuck my still wet cock back into my pants. I answer the phone with a snarl, “This better be good.”

“Blake,” TJ hisses, his voice barely above a whisper. “We have a fucking problem.”

My blood freezes. “What happened?”

There is a shuffling sound, and a door closes. “Seems whatever bad luck you have is now mine.”

“What happened?” I ask through gritted teeth. Part of me knows. Of course, I know. This is how my life works.

“Got a visitor this morning,” TJ snaps. “He says he’s a friend of yours.”

I close my eyes and fall back onto the bed. “What did he say?”

“He didn’t say much,” TJ hisses. “Just asked where you were when you’d be back. Then told me how lovely my wife and daughters are.”

“Fuck,” I say. “No.”

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