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“Oh, goddess. Yes. Like that.” Sloan’s breathing is ragged. She’s getting close. Sloan’s skin flushes, and her back arches as her hands finally find her tits and begin pinching and pulling on her nipples.
Daisy pumps her hand punishingly, curling her fingers on each reentry, hitting her exactly where she needs it. She sucks harder on Sloan’s clit, alternating between flicking it fiercely with her tongue and flattening it out to add broader pressure.
“Yes! Fuck me so hard, Daisy.” Sloan yells. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Come for me, princess.”
“Daisy!” she yells again as she comes undone, clenching wildly around Daisy’s fingers. Daisy withdraws her fingers, burying her tongue back into Sloan’s entrance, needing to feel her coming on her tongue. It brings stars to her eyes, and she slides a hand down between her own legs and releases the tension that has built up again as she watches Sloan.
Sloan’s hands find the back of Daisy’s head as she bucks into her tongue, feeding her every last drop of her essence. “Yes, cupcake. I want to see you come as you eat my fucking pussy.”
A few more flicks of her own clit has Daisy moaning her release into Sloan’s cunt. Daisy licks and swallows Sloan’s most delicious come. As her third orgasm finishes and Sloan stops clenching around her tongue, Daisy rolls over onto her back, both of them breathing heavily.
“Holy. Fucking. Hades,” Daisy pants.
“I’d say.”
“I need a minute, but I need to do that again,” Daisy says.
Sloan sits up, leaning over and kissing her, tasting herself from Daisy’s lips. Goddess, she’s hot.
“I’m sure we could make that happen.”
Daisy smiles at the promise and anticipation laced in those words.
CHAPTER 30
Daisy
Light cascading through the curtain wakes Daisy. She cracks an eye open, remembering that she is home and in bed. Heat radiates behind her as a hand winds its way up her stomach before landing on and cupping her breast.
Sloan.
Sloan. Flashes of the afternoon’s events run through her mind, sending fire to her core and panic to her chest. Her breathing begins to pick up as the desire to flee from her own home builds. She needs to get out. She needs to get away. Away from Sloan and all that happened between them.
But is what happened between them bad?
Well, no. If she is honest with herself, it was the best sex she’s ever had. It literally made her legs collapse, and she’s pretty sure she had an out-of-body experience. Goddess, the things Sloan could do with her tongue…
But the two of them? Together? It doesn’t make sense.
Sloan’s the good witch—the princess of the supernatural world. Daisy is anything but. Her entire life, everyone has told her she isn’t worthy. So why would someone like Sloan even want to be with her? They wouldn’t. No, this—whatever this was—was a mistake. A release of tension between two foes. Yes. That’s precisely what it was.
“Good morning… or evening… whatever,” Sloan groans into her ear, instantly calming the panic dancing in her chest.
Daisy swallows. “Hi,” she breathes.
“You are entirely unexpected.”
“I mean… I can’t be entirely, given you’re in my house,” Daisy teases as Sloan starts to roll Daisy’s nipple between her fingers.
“You know what I mean. I didn’t expect to find… well, you.”
“Again, we’re in my house,” Daisy replies, her ass involuntarily pushing itself into Sloan’s core. “Ow!” Daisy squeaks as Sloan pinches her nipple.
“That’s what you get for being a smartass.”
Hmm. I wonder what would happen if I…
