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And I’ll be hers.

Now she rips off my shirt until I’m standing in nothing but a thong and bra. She only has eyes for my face – and my breasts. No wonder. I didn’t let her see them last time. Lorde lifts herself high enough to kiss my collarbone, light and fleeting, driving me insane with want for more. She slides a bra strap off my shoulder. I moan when her lips hit the sensitive area of my décolletage.

“Lower,” I beg, raspy.

Her lips move slowly down my bra cup. “Here?” she teases, licking my sensitive spot.

“Lower!” I tremble with the expectation of her lips on my breasts.

She moves my bra out of the way, unsnapping it in a split second and throwing it on the floor. She looks right into my eyes as her lips find my hard nipple, taking it in her mouth.

Lorde growls. Me? I come undone.

I moan again, pressing my body against her, straddling her leg. Her whole body shudders against my thigh.

The anticipation is killing me!

“Please.” This time, my begging is light and airy. I’m done. I’m hers. My desperation is mounting me before she has the chance. “Give it to me the way I need, Lorde. You said so yourself. You’re the only one who can fuck the priss out of me. Why do you think I insisted on coming back to my apartment instead of going to yours?”

The hungry look in her eye… she understands.

Lorde smacks my ass until I’m off her leg and stumbling in front of her. She touches my hip in a way that makes me get down on my knees. I’m still between her legs.

“I’ve got a feeling no one can fuck that priss out of you, Daze,” she says, pulling down her zipper. “But I’m going to try. Starting with your mouth.”

Here we go.

Chapter 18

Lorde

Imust be dreaming, because there’s no way Daisy DeMonte is asking me to give it to her rough moments after she’s accepted my haphazard marriage proposal.

We barely know each other, really. We haven’t even done some of the freakier stuff I’ve been fantasizing about since I met her. I was starting to think she would make me marry her first.

I would have. Probably. This girl got me to do crazier shit first.

Don’t think I don’t know why she brought us back to her apartment. This whole apartment is Priss with a capital P. The furniture is so neat and tidy that I believe she cleans it instead of the maid. Her clothes are neatly hung up in her closet, the door open far enough for me to see it color-coded by the day of the week. This bedspread is lavender.Lavender.Hey, I’ve fucked in pink beds before, so this ain’t nothing. Simply painting a picture here.

Now, I’ve got her begging for me to give it to her good and hard. Anywhere. She’d probably be down with me fingering her ass to tease her. Having her get on her knees to test these waters she’s begging to swim? If she can handle me coming all over her face, then she can handle the other stuff, maybe.

Look, I’ve been plenty rough with other girls. Lots of girls. It’s amazing how much women love it when you go wild animal on them. Tell them what to do. Toss them around like your doll and take everything they offer, one by one, sometimes more than once. I’ve had girls beg me to come. Makethemcome. They think I’m some sex goddess who can go all night regardless of carpal tunnel or the need to, you know, sleep.

Maybe I am a sex goddess. We’ll see.

Fuck, I need her! I knew I was going to get in her the moment we finally entered her apartment, but I was ready before that, too. Now I’m dying to be freed from these clothes and inside her. I should do it. I should throw Daisy on her bed and ravage her like she’s asked for. Yet this is our first time together doing this properly. I should make it somewhat special, yeah?

No surprise that I’m wet like a goddamn rainstorm. I pull down my jeans far enough for her to get the hint. I’m practically begging her to give me some attention.

She does. I don’t have to tell her to get her tongue in there again. Daisy just does it, starting with her lips on my mound before sucking on my clit until I whine. “Shit, Daze,” I mutter, kicking off my jeans. “Put it all over your mouth. Now.”

Daisy licks my slit and squeezes my damned thighs before rubbing her face all over my cursed pussy. It’s like the other night. Only better, because I can now say that this woman is going to marry me.Soon.

Her eyes look to me for approval.“Am I doing good? Is this what you want? Tell me I’m doing good.”I do. Since she liked itso much the other night, I pull her hair and watch her wince and hear her groan against my cunt.

“Don’t stop,” I growl, my need to fuck her face growing to the point it’s a miracle I’m not slamming my whole pelvis against her cheekbones. “Look at me. I’ve gotta see those eyes.”

I want to see it. The adoration. The way she gazes at me as her thumb strokes my clit when she comes up for air and then she’s back to eating me out, her beautiful hair falling to the side and her perfect nails lightly grazing my skin. I grab her by the back of the head to maintain control. Trust me. My hips only care about one thing right now. If my stupid cunt had its way? I’d come on her tongue again.

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