Page 173 of How to Win the Girl

I hesitate. “Why am I on the bottom? Flip me back over so I can finish what I started.”

What that is, I haven’t figured out yet. But I will by the time I’m on top again.

Drake blinks.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Flip me back over.”

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Drake

I do as she asks,rolling us both over so she’s on top of me again, the bossy little minx surprising me at every turn.

She crawls down my body, fingers immediately latching on to the waistband of my drawers. She kisses my stomach below my belly button, causing me to suck in a breath.

Kisses above my waistband…as her free hand caresses it’s way over the fabric of my boxer brief…over my hard dick…down to cup the base of my balls through the fabric.

Minx.

Daisy slowly drags my briefs down over my hips, wasting no time at all. My erect cock springs free, begging for someone or something to touch it, suck it, sit on it.

Anything.

Please, it pleads.

When Daisy’s hand wraps itself around the base, I inhale a breath. Hold it.

Anticipation shoots through my veins, all the blood rushing from my brain—from my legs, arms, and chest—to my dick, rendering me stupid.

She strokes it up and down, slowly at first, finding a rhythm. It’s a dry stroke—which I normally don’t love—but I’m hopeful that soon her mouth will join in the party and—

“Oh fuck,” I hiss when I’m enveloped by her mouth. Her wet, warm mouth.

Fuck yes, do more of that, I want to say, but I’m terrified to tell her what to do for fear that she’ll stop because that’s exactly what a girl like Daisy would do. Stop to give me a piece of her mind and say something snarky to let me know I’m no longer in charge.

I can feel every nerve in my body come alive as she takes me in her mouth—the sensation is electric, and my whole body tingles with pleasure.

It’s been ages since anyone has blown me, though Shannon always tries.

I can't believe how good Daisy’s mouth feels; can’t believe the way she moves her lips and tongue…it’s driving me to the brink of…of ecstasy.

My eyes squeeze shut.

I'm lost in the moment, completely consumed by sensation.

More.

I want more…

Daisy sucks, the saliva from her mouth a natural lube, her hand moving up and down at the same time her head bobs.

Up.

Down.

Shit, if she doesn’t slow down, I’m going to come…

And if she’s going to blow me—if she wants to have sex—she needs to dial it down or there will be no riding me.

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