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I opened my mouth for him, then gasped when Otis slid his tongue through the folds of my pussy.

Chapter 18

Otis

She tasted like heaven.

Like Daisy. Like home.

There was no place I liked being more than between her thighs, my face buried in her sweet little pussy. I grabbed on to her hips, holding her steady as she writhed under my tongue.

Wolf grunted as she took him and my dick pulsed at the thought of being buried in the warmth of Daisy’s mouth. I knew what it felt like to have her soft lips wrapped around my shaft just like I knew what it felt like to be buried balls deep in the heat between her thighs.

Knowing only made me want it more, but I always wanted to make Daisy come before I got mine.

We all did.

I couldn’t speak for Wolf or Jace, but for me it was a point of pride, like taking care of a rare car, making sure she was finely tuned so that she purred like a kitten when it was time to take her out on the open highway.

But it was also because I loved Daisy. I’d never loved anyone other than my parents and sisters, but that was why I wanted tomake Daisy happy, to make her feel good. Making her feel good made me feel good, and I figured if that wasn’t love, nothing was.

And she was definitely feeling good. I heard it in the gasp she let out when I lapped at her clit, the way she sank onto my hand when I buried three fingers inside her, getting them good and wet before I teased her tight asshole with my index finger.

It had been a surprise to realize Daisy loved getting fucked in the ass. That Daisy loved getting fucked everywhere. She’d gone from virgin to full-on sex goddess and it had been every bit as fun as pushing a new hot rod from zero to a hundred in under five seconds.

“Fuck me, your mouth feels good,” Wolf said.

I lifted my head from Daisy’s pussy. I wasn’t the best communicator, but you had to do it sometimes when you were fucking your girl with your best friends. “You should taste her.”

“Yeah?” Wolf said. “How wet is she?”

“Soaked.”

Daisy couldn’t chime in on account of the fact that her mouth was full of Wolf’s dick.

I lowered my head back to her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth, then slid my index finger, slick with her juices, a little ways into her ass. We never fucked her there without lube, but my finger was wet enough to slide inside while I pushed a thumb into her pussy.

And she definitely wasn’t complaining.

She pushed down harder on my fingers, taking them deeper into her ass and cunt, riding my hand while I sucked her clit and teased it with my tongue.

My cock was about to explode, and I had to force myself to focus on Daisy and her pleasure, glad she was close to coming, something I could feel in my bones.

It was weird to know someone else’s body as well as your own, but nice too. There was no guesswork — I knew whenDaisy was feeling good from the way her breath caught and grew shallow, the way she moved her hips on my fingers or cock — and I didn’t like guesswork.

I slipped another finger inside her pussy and let my finger sink a little deeper into her ass. Then I went to town on her clit, lapping and sucking until Daisy’s hips came off the bed.

She came hard and fast, crying out into the room as her body shuddered under my mouth. Her tight cunt clamped down on my fingers as she convulsed, begging me not to stop, which honestly didn’t need to be said because I wasn’t in the habit of cutting Daisy’s orgasms short.

I loved knowing I’d made her feel good enough to lose control. I wanted to make it last as long as possible even though it took all the willpower in my body not to come with her despite the fact that my dick was nowhere near her pussy.

Wolf groaned and took his dick out of her mouth, probably for the same reason, and Daisy’s body went limp, her breath coming in short little gasps.

I lifted my head and kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs, one of my favorite parts of Daisy’s body, although that was like trying to name my favorite part of a 6.6-liter engine.

I stretched out over her body and looked down at her face. Her lips were full and parted, face flushed, and her silky brown hair was fanned out on the pillows Wolf had propped under her head. I found beauty in a lot of things other people thought were weird — well-oiled tools, mechanical precision, chaos brought to order — but no one in the world could look at Daisy and see anything but perfection.

I kissed her, loving the way our tongues tangled together. It felt good to be close to her again.

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