Page 24 of Rage

“Let’s do this,” Wyatt starts, coming to kneel in front of us with his dick at attention. “Kingston should have you so tongue tied you shouldn’t be able to speak. So, let’s see what we can do to fix the situation, Pretty Flower.”

I see what Wyatt wants to do and move my fingers out of Daisy’s pussy once more. He grabs her ankles, yanking her down the length of my body. Once Daisy’s on her back, laughing breathlessly, Wyatt flips her onto her stomach.

Immediately, I shove my fingers, coated in her arousal, into her mouth as she laughs again. Without hesitation, her lips wrap around them. Holding my gaze, she sucks them clean. The darkness that clings to her soul shines back at me, letting me know that while we can distract her, that part of her will always be close to the surface. I don’t mind, that’s just who Daisy is. I just need to give her a reprieve from it from time to time. Her tongue cleans my fingers, slow and sensually. My breath comes out uneven and my dick twitches in anticipation. When she lets my fingers go, I reach down and pull my erection free.

“You know what to do,” I sign. “Let me give your mouth something to do.”

The sight of the coy, slow smile that pulls up half of her mouth sends a hard tremor through me. God, she’s beautiful. Even after all these years, I still can’t get enough of her. I know I never will. I’ll go to my grave still craving the touch of her skin, the call of her soul… It’s all I’ll ever need. All I’ll ever want.

Daisy’s hands come up to rest on my thigh as she leans forward and takes my dick into her mouth. There’s no gentle tease or toying with me. She takes me to the back of her throat, letting it convulse around my dick. My teeth snap together, and my hips jerk involuntarily. The motion sends me further down her throat. She chokes but doesn’t pull back or fight it.

She’s a damn masochist.

“Good girl, Daisy,” Wyatt praises.

Her answering hum vibrates around my dick and I let out a breathy sound as pleasure rattles around me. I grab her long, dark hair with one hand and wrap it around my fist, using it to guide her back up my dick, then down. My gaze drifts from her face to Wyatt, who grabs her hips and pulls them up, forcing Daisy onto her knees. He sinks down behind her, an excited smile spreading across his face as he gets a look at the mess between her legs. Reaching down, he spreads her ass cheeks apart. With an unconscious lick of his lips, he lowers his face and tongues her back door.

I can feel, rather than hear, Daisy’s soft gasp. Daisy’s lips suction around me tighter. It’s followed by a heady moan that has my balls tingling. Her hips push back onto Wyatt’s face as he tongue fucks her asshole. Her heady moans, hard sucking, and deep throating tell me the distraction is working.

Maybe too well. My own mind is beginning to muddle as Daisy makes it her mission to drink down my soul through my dick, using it like a straw.

Fuck. I mouth the word, but it goes unseen.

Daisy whimpers around my cock. The sound is soft yet full of need. It nearly tips me over the edge.

I’m about to cum just as the door to the bedroom flings open once more.

“WYATT!” Owen shouts. “What the hell isthis? Please, for the love of god, tell me these aren’t what I think they are!”

“Damn it, Owen!” I sign furiously as Daisy pauses.

Owen lowers the shoebox in his hand, the glare and anger draining out of his face at the sight before him.

“Fuck it,” he says, tossing the box to the side of the room. It bounces off the wall before hitting the floor. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Immediately, he begins to discard his clothes. When Wyatt pulls away from Daisy, her mouth pops off me completely to look behind her.

“You’re killing me right now!” My hands movements are jerky as desire makes my thoughts meddled and body tense. “Look at what you did! You’re interrupting something amazing here.”

“It’s alright, King,” Daisy assures me, turning her attention back to me after blowing Owen a playfully kiss. Her mouth wraps back around my dick and with a renewed vigor, she blows me like her life depends on it.

I open my mouth to cry out. The sound is muted, but Daisy knows how she makes me feel. Her body shakes, and she looks up at me with those beautifully haunted eyes. Fuck, those eyes, along with her warm mouth, soft tongue and hard dragging sucks, flips a switch inside of me. Coming in here was to help Daisy, not me. Yet here I am, spilling my release into the mouth of my girl like she’s just exorcised my demons.

My hips flex, my back bows and my lungs seize as I feed her my cum. Daisy drinks down every drop. When my body sags, hertongue slides across my slit, stealing the last bead of cum from the tip of my dick.

I reach down, cupping her cheek as I breathe heavily.

“Move it, King!” Owen calls. “You’re all tapped out. My turn to get our Daisy to relax.”

Daisy’s eye roll is paired with a soft, amused smile. I let her go, shifting to the side as Owen joins us on the bed. His arm wraps around her waist as he takes my place and yanks her up.

“Hey!” Wyatt and Daisy protest in unison as Owen lowers her onto his erection.

“Oh…” Daisy corrects breathlessly as her body stretches around him. I smile as her mouth goes slack and her eyelids flutter.

“Shut up, Wy. You know you’re about to get your dick wet,” Owen says without looking away from Daisy’s expression once she’s seated completely in his lap. He leans forward to kiss her chin before murmuring softly, “Right, Daze? You’re going to let us fill you up to the brim, right? Let us help you limber up for tonight?”

I watch as Daze’s head bobs in confirmation, but I don’t know if she actually heard him or not as her hips grind down into his lap.

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