Page 29 of To the Grave

The kiss was messy and raw, our teeth clacking, tongues tangling, noses smashed together as we tried to climb inside each other.

She tore at my shirt and I broke the kiss long enough to yank it off, toss it on the kitchen floor. She was panting when I pulled her T-shirt over her head, her eyes violet in the moonlight and locked onto mine.

I closed my mouth over one of her tits and sucked, the hard little bud of her nipple the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. I’d been without her for almost three months and I felt like a starving man on the brink of death being offered a full course meal.

I wanted all of her, but it was almost too much after the long months of loneliness, the weeks of touching her, kissing her, only in my dreams.

She gasped as I sucked at her tit, arching into my mouth, shoving her hands roughly into my hair. She grabbed a fistful and tugged, the pain another rocket of hunger to my almost-exploding cock, and I lifted my head and pulled at the waistband of her leggings.

We hadn’t said a word since she’d ended the litany of abuse she’d rained down when she’d first seen me. It was abuse I deserved, and I knew it wasn’t over, but right now I just wanted to bury my cock inside the sweet heat of her pussy. I wanted to feel her clamp down on my shaft when she came, wanted to spill everything I had inside her.

She lifted her ass enough that I could pull her leggings off with her underwear. The task was made more difficult by the fact that she was clawing at the zipper on my jeans, but I wasn’t complaining when I threw her leggings to the floor and pushed my jeans down until my dick to sprang free.

I didn’t bother getting them all the way off. Her pussy was right there, warm and welcoming, her thighs open. I grabbed herknees and pulled her to the edge of the counter, positioned my cock at her entrance, and drove in hard and fast.

She cried out and it mingled with an animalistic growl from my own throat. She was so fucking wet, so hot, and I paused just for a second, feeling like I might come from the sheer pleasure of being buried inside her, of her arms clinging to me, her tits smashed against my chest.

Then I dragged out and pushed in again, my hands cupping her soft ass, pulling her against me, wanting to be so deep I didn’t know where she ended and I began. I’d jacked off to the memory of her more times than I could count while I’d been gone, but that pleasure had been hollow and two-dimensional compared to the slide of her bare skin, the tight well of her pussy enveloping my cock.

The kitchen was quiet except for the labored sound of our breath, Daisy’s moans when I pounded her pussy, the slap of our bodies.

She hung on to my shoulders, using them as leverage to rock against my dick, working the friction on her clit as she raced to the peak of an orgasm I could already feel coming.

And I was right behind her. I had no patience to make it last, to edge her and make her wait.

I wanted all of her and I wanted it now.

I held off long enough to feel her tense, then slammed my mouth onto hers as we both fell into the abyss of our release.

She cried out in my mouth, the sound of her coming together with the tightening of her pussy on my dick making me feel like I was flying through space, untethered by anything but the euphoria of fucking her again as I poured into her.

I held her tight against me while I kept driving, never wanting it to end, already wanting to start all over again. She came and came, her body wracked with spasms, her cunttightening around my cock as I tunneled through her, feeling like it might never stop.

When it did, I held her face in my hands and kissed her again. This time I was the one who wanted to make sure she was real, to make sure she wasn’t the dream I’d been dreaming every night when I’d fallen sleep alone, my dick hard, my heart feeling something a lot more confusing, a lot more painful than the appetite of my hungry body.

I breathed a sigh of relief into her mouth, sinking into the kiss, ready to fuck her again.

Then she bit my lip and shoved me away from her.

“Ow, fuck.” It was a reflex to say it — I knew I deserved whatever she was dishing out — and I dabbed at my lip and winced when it stung.

The lights went on in the kitchen and I looked over to find Wolf and Otis standing at the bottom of the staircase. They weren’t surprised.

Of course they weren’t.

It took Daisy all of two seconds to read the room. She jumped off the island and pulled on her leggings while I put my dick away.

She glared at Wolf and Otis. “You knew.”

Wolf hesitated. “We have a lot to tell you.”

She bent over at the waist as a gasp overtook her. I thought she was going to pass out for a minute, her breath coming in heaves that made it sound like she was sobbing and hyperventilating at the same time.

Otis stepped toward her but she held out a hand to stop him. “Don’t,” she sobbed. “Don’t come near me. Don’t you dare.”

She froze and we all stood there while she caught her breath. When she straightened, her eyes were lit like violet fire.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” She looked from me to Wolf and Otis and back again. “I hate you. All of you.”

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