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“So ready.” I grin back.
He strips off his briefs and reaches for the condom. My eyes zero in on his very big, very thick cock. It’s a piece of art—mouthwatering and delicious.
But then I notice his hands trembling as he fumbles with the wrapper.
I sit up. “Here—let me.”
He exhales a short, frustrated sound. I’m not sure if it's impatience or nerves, and I don’t stop to ask. I grip the packet between my teeth and tear it open. His cock responds instantly, bobbing.
Before wrapping it up, I take a little taste—licking his length from his balls to the tip. Manny hisses, and thesound only spurs me on. I take as much of him as I can, hollowing my cheeks, drawing him in.
“Daisy, if you don’t stop, I’m going to spill my cum right this minute, and I don’t want it in your mouth,” he says, his voice urgent enough that I stop teasing him—though I’m dying to keep going.
The moment I finish securing him, Manny jumps into action. He lowers me gently, presses a kiss to my lips, then aligns himself at my entrance and settles his weight over me.
“I’m about to claim you,” he murmurs against my lips. “Once my cock is inside you, there’s no turning back. You’re mine.”
He lingers, giving me time to think. I don’t need to. I’m all in.
My hand slips to his hips and guides him home.. That’s all he needs—one slow, delicious inch at a time until I can adjust to his size.
I roll my eyes back at the first deep slide. Pleasure loosens something tight inside me, and I exhale a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding as he starts to move.
“You’re so perfect, Daisy. Look how good your tight, little pussy takes my cock,” he says between kisses.
I moan as he picks up the pace. Between his praise and the way he fills me, I’m utterly at his mercy.
“More,” I whisper, urging him on. I press my hands against his ass, guiding him closer. He arches, dipping low to take my nipple into his mouth as he drives deeper.
The sudden bite and pull at the same time sends me over—an orgasm rips through me, hot and fierce. Our sounds mix: my cries, his grunts, the bed creaking under us.
It’s wild, loud, and just right.
Manny collapses against me when it’s over—spent, heavy, and warm. I welcome the weight, the steady rhythm of his heart against mine.
As the moment settles, I realize this wasn’t just sex. It was an offering—tender, unguarded.
The beginning of something I recognize as more than a single night.
The start of forever.
Chapter 7
Manny
Thanksgiving Day
After having the best sex of my life—and sleeping with Daisy wrapped around me—I reluctantly left her place this morning. As much as I wanted to spend the entire day with her, helping to prepare for the feast, I had to come into work.
We were in our own little world—sex-hazed and all-consuming—and I completely forgot to ask if she wanted to come with me to the MacAllisters’. Not that it matters; I’m sure she’ll want to spend the holiday with her family.
The music in my truck cuts out as a call comes through the Bluetooth system. A smile pulls at my lips as I hitaccept.
“Hola, mi amor. How are you?”
“Papi, feliz Sangiving.”
I chuckle at Tommy’s choice of words.
