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“Fucking hell, Daisy,” I groaned.
She gasped, rolling her hips.
I thrust wildly, but I needed more than this. With a deep breath, I pulled out.
“Let’s go to the bedroom. I need a bed to fuck you properly, gorgeous.”
She whimpered but didn’t protest at all. I led her to the bedroom and pointed to the bed.
“Climb on all fours, Daisy. I want to see your gorgeous ass while I fuck your pussy.”
Her step faltered. She liked dirty talk just as much as I did.
As soon as she was in position, I climbed onto the bed right behind her, completely losing control. Instinct took over and I slid inside her, kneading her ass with one hand, palming the cheek and then giving it a slap.
She shuddered.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I did it again as I thrust inside her, alternating the slap on her ass with a thrust. She got wetter every time. It was fucking delicious.
“Touch your clit. I want to feel the tips of your fingers rub my cock.”
She put her right hand on her clit the next second. She was fucking gorgeous with her ass up in the air like this, waiting to be fucked into oblivion. My thrusts were fucking hard.
Even so, she pushed herself against me. Nothing was enough. We needed more and more and more.
Feeling her fingers brush against my cock was turning me on massively. Her ass was red from my palm, so I switched to the other side.
“Anthony!” she exclaimed after the first contact of my palm with her ass cheek. I could barely make out my name, her voice shook so bad.
A bolt of pleasure zipped through me with shocking power. My climax was going to follow soon.
I pushed in a bit more, changing the angle. She was no longer at ninety degrees on her knees but slightly bent forward. I could enter her even better like this, even deeper.
Daisy climaxed almost immediately, putting both hands on the bed, clearly needing to sustain herself. I pressed two fingerson her clit while I drove inside her. Her cry spurred my own climax.
The effort of thrusting in this position made my muscles burn, but I didn’t stop. Not until both Daisy and I had experienced all the pleasure we could.
CHAPTER 26
ANTHONY
Two weeks later,the jazz competition was finally completed. It had officially finished three weeks ago, but I always waited for the music execs to actually sign the winners before analyzing the event. Over the years, a few tried to dick around, and I was having none of that. I’d finally gotten the last executive to understand why we weren’t charging a fee for those who participated. He seemed to have thought it over while Daisy and I were in North Dakota, and when I called him back, he was more reasonable.
As I sat at my desk, my phone lit up with an incoming call from an unknown number. Some people preferred not to take them, but I didn’t mind. Besides, I rarely got any spam calls.
The second I answered, Dorothy’s voice came through. “Hey, Anthony. Sorry I’m calling you from a new number, but I lost my phone this morning.”
“Do you need help replacing it?”
“I’m on it already. Don’t worry.” She hesitated for a second. “So, listen, I got a call today from Samantha.”
I blinked. “Who?”
“The recruiter we’ve been using to find assistants.”
