Page 111 of How to Win the Girl

Suck.

Insert a finger while I lick her up and down the middle like a melting popsicle, ’causehow many licks does it take to make a woman come?

“Oh my g-god,” she stutters as her legs actually begin to shake a little; quake with the tremors that are about to take over her body. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she tells me. “Right there…yes…”

I can’t say she’s loud enough to rattle any windows, but Daisy is loud enough that someone walking past might hear us if they were to stop and listen. Kind of makes me wonder what she would be like if we were alone in a bedroom behind closed doors—behind my door, specifically. I don’t stop pleasuring her. My new challenge is to make her come so hard she’ll be begging to see me again.

Me.

Not my damn brother.

She has to know.

I wish she would say my name…

But what if she says Drew’s? Then what, you asshole?

I’d be getting what I deserved.

Karma is a bitch.

“Mmm,” Daisy moans. “Ooooohh,” she pants. “So good, oh god….”

Hands keeping her spread apart, nose and mouth and lips pressed into her core, she’s mine—all mine—all her quivering thighs and frantic moans and panties shoved to the side.

Come for me, baby.

Come on my fucking face.

thirty-one

daisy

I slept in old, high waisted granny panties last night and I’ve never been happier.

I can counton one hand how many times a guy has gone down on me.

One hand.

They either love it or they don’t, and it so happens I’ve only dated guys who don’t.

Drake is a giver—who knew?

Eager and enthusiastic, he went at me as if I was the last pussy he was going to lick, making as many sounds as I was. Loud. Moaning. Humming in the back of his throat.

I’m still panting when he helps me off the counter; still catching my breath when he helps me slide the jeans back up to my waist so I can put myself back together. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror: face flush, eyes bright. Even my hair is a bit mussed, though his hands weren’t in it, and I wonder what it looks like from behind.

If I walk out of this bathroom looking as if I’ve just been thoroughly fucked, it’s because I have been. Sort of.

What will Drew say when he sees me?

Oh god.

The thought makes me blush harder, the freckles on my skin like dots of guilt spattering my cheeks.

I button my own pants, nudging Drake’s hands away, dipping my head to the side when he leans in for another kiss.

“I should get back.”

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