Page 61 of Connor

“Not even sure how I managed to last this long,” I tell her, before my lips hit hers, and suddenly the world feels right again. I’m not sure how that happens. That just by touching her, my stress levels dissipate, my hunger grows, and my feelings for her build.

I can’t move my mouth from hers. I want her so fucking badly, I can barely think straight. Gripping her waist, I walk her through the house backward. We half stumble, the two of us so consumed with each other, we aren't really watching where we’re going. Her hands get busy opening my shirt buttons. Clearly, I’m not the only one in a hurry.

“You sure know how to dance,” she comments, pulling away from me briefly, before we stumble again, and I move her back against the wall. Caging her in, I open her jeans, with her now trying to push my shirt from my shoulders. I relent and pull off her, yanking the shirt from my frame at the same time her hands dive for my belt buckle.

“I haven’t danced in years,” I murmur as I pull up her top, and she raises her arms into the air for me to peel it clean off her body. I stare at her for a moment, her racing breaths and her perfect breasts so beautifully wrapped in a sexy lace bra I wasn’t expecting. But I come back to the present quick enough as she opens my jeans button and lowers my zipper, hand diving into my underwear.

“I don’t believe you.” Her hand grabs my cock, and I slap my palm against the wall near her head so I don’t topple. My legs feel weak at her touch.

“I speak the truth, baby girl. Haven’t danced in years.” I groan through my words, her hand pumping me and pulling my underwear off, leaving me now naked. My words are truthful. I can’t really remember the last time I danced like that. At school, maybe. People were definitely looking at me because me on the dance floor is a novelty. But growing up here, you learn the moves, and on the odd occasion, I might get Rochelle up or even one of the older ladies from the knitting club when they have their Christmas get-togethers, for no other reason than I know it makes them laugh and brings a smile to their face.

But dancing with Daisy was something new. It was the hottest dancing I’ve ever done. Feeling her body move in time with mine. Her letting go and trusting me to lead her. Taking her any way I wanted, spinning her, lifting her, fucking grinding my hips into hers.

“So why tonight?” she asks as I start to kiss down her neck, her back still sealed to the hallway wall as she pants breaths. My hands run around her waist and down to her ass, where I squeeze, teeth grinding at how good she feels. With her hand still wrapped around my dick, she keeps pumping, doing magical things that make my body tingle and my balls tighten.

“Because when Jeff asked you to dance, all I saw was green.” I tell her the truth. It was a setup. My dad clearly instigated it, paying Jeff fifty dollars to ask Daisy to dance, knowing that I don’t want any man, no matter how innocent, to be throwing her around a dance floor. Especially not in my own bar. If anyone is doing that, it’ll be me. Hence why I stepped straight onto the dance floor, to claim what’s mine.

Much to my father’s amusement.

“Connor…” She moans my name, all breathy and achy, making my balls tighten even more.

“Shit, what are you doing to me, baby girl?” I groan, feeling mere moments from coming in her hand and not wanting to. So I pull away, grab her hand, and drag her down the hall to my room.

I don’t bother closing the door as I tug her inside my room and walk her backward to the bed. My hands smooth up her back as we walk, my mouth on hers. I can’t let her go. I can’t stop touching her, kissing her, feeling her soft skin or swallowing her moans. I unclip her bra, feeling her breasts fall free as the lace slips from her arms. My head immediately drops to one of my favorite places, right near her heart, and to her full breasts I can’t get enough of.

“This is going to be hard and fast, baby,” I tell her, dragging my lips back up to hers, and she nods quickly.

“Yes, please. Just get inside me,” she breathes out against my lips, her neediness matching mine. I grab the lace at her hips, just as the back of her knees hit the bed, and she falls back. Pulling the lace down her body, I throw her underwear to the side, then grab a condom from my nightstand. As I sheath myself, she moves up the bed, watching me, her skin flushed, and I growl at the sight. She looks good lying in the middle of my bed. Any other time, I would like to kiss her from head to toe and fuck her with my tongue, but tonight, I’m too far gone. The attention she’s already given my cock has pushed me too far.

“Get on all fours,” I tell her as I step toward the bed. She moves instantly, and I grin. I love this side of her. By day, she’s business-minded, focused, and will push me and sass me all day long. But at night, naked before me, she does exactly what I tell her. It’s such a turn-on. She’s my little devil in disguise. I stand on the floor at the end of the bed, and she shuffles down, giving me a great view of her fantastic ass. I groan as I reach out, palming her cheek and squeezing, seeing her ass jiggle a little, and I bite my lower lip.

“Oh God…” she says, and I notice her hand between her legs, playing with her clit.

“Keep touching yourself, baby girl. Such a good girl, so worked up for me.” Not able to wait another second, I grab my cock and slide it up and down her entrance, her wetness coating me before I press inside and fill her up.

“Connor!” Her gasp turns into a whimper as she pushes back into me, and I grit my teeth.

“That’s it, baby girl. Take me in your sweet, sweet pussy,” I growl, the sensation already too much.

“Yes… More…” she pants, her voice higher pitched, like she’s barely hanging on herself.

“You feel good… so fucking good,” I moan as I pull out and glide back in again, her wet warmth surrounding me. My rhythm builds, thrusting into her, her panting increasing, and I grip her hip with one hand as I run the other one up her back. I hold her tight, no doubt leaving bruises, but I can’t help it. I want to bury myself deep, feel every inch of her.

“Yes… Oh my God, Connor, yes…”

I push her head down, lifting her ass farther up to me and watch, fascinated, as her body wiggles with every thrust. I’m salivating at the sight.

“Fuck, your ass is fantastic,” I grit out as my orgasm lingers just on the horizon, our skin slapping with the ferocity of not ever getting enough of each other. I grab her hair, looping it up in my hand and pull her head back a little. She bends so her back is arched, her body a thing of magic, flexible as fuck, and I can now see her perfect tits bouncing with every slap of our skin. When she moans this time, I can feel she’s close, her core fluttering around me as her fingers work over her clit faster. “That’s it, baby girl.”

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she moans, and so am I, so I move my hands, placing them both solidly on her hips and drive into her. My need to take her savagely is almost overwhelming.

“Yes, you are, baby girl. You’re going to be a good girl and come all over my cock,” I grit out, never so turned on in my life.

“Yes! Yes… yes… yes. Please don’t stop, Connor, please,” she pants, her words tumbling over each other before she’s crying out and tensing. As she clenches around me, the pulsing of her release is enough to have my balls tightening.

“Daisy,” I roar, thrusting into her deep, coming with her. The feeling of her losing herself sets me off, and I almost see stars as I let go. We’re both left panting, our bodies spent as I run my hand up and down her back, and we pull in the air we need. I step back and get rid of the condom quickly as she lies in my sheets, a sweet look of contentment on her face.

“You alright?” I ask, realizing that was one of the most intense experiences I’ve ever had and hoping she enjoyed it too.

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