I wanted all of her, but after last night, I had to play my hand carefully. It took all of my strength to not walk across the bathroom last night and fuck her on the counter. I didn’t trust what strength I had left, especially if she changed her mind when she realized…howI was.
Taking both her wrists in my one hand, I lowered the other to my waist, undoing my belt buckle and the flap of my jeans in rough movements.
“Max,” she whimpered, her eyes glittering like open flames as I stroked myself through my boxer briefs.
Fuck, I was so hard. Painfully fucking hard. Closing my eyes, I gave myself a few hard pumps to keep my desire at bay.Christ, her mouth hadn’t even breathed on me yet, and I was ready to burst.When I opened my eyes again, Daisy was staring up at me with the gossamer of fear removed from her gaze, need naked underneath.
“Do you like watching me, Daisy?” I grunted, working the elastic band over my tip, letting her see the pre-cum that pooled there.
“Yes,” she blurted out, her breath rushing out.
Groaning, I tugged my clothes just low enough to free my cock. Instantly, Daisy’s jaw dropped, and her soft whimper rose to me.
“What is it, Daze?” My grip strangled my length, the flesh pulsing under my fingertip.
“You’re so…big.”
My flesh jumped at her praise. I was just as big last night, I wanted to say, but last night, she wasn’t on her knees in front of my monster cock.
“Oh, yeah?” I hissed, giving myself one long stroke.Focus. “Are you worried I’m too big, Daze?”
“No,” she blurted out and swayed forward.
Fuck.
Gripping her wrists tighter, I held her back.Not yet.
“Do you want to taste me, Daisy?”Pump. Pump.
“Yes,” she panted, dragging her tongue over her lips.
God, the plans I had for that tongue.
“Open wide and stick that pretty tongue out for me, little wife.” The command erupted from my chest, but it wasn’t until she looked at me that I realized what had made her pause. Not the instruction.The endearment.
Little wife.
My little wife.
But instead of finding resistance on her face, there was only submission. Holding my stare, her jaw lowered open for me, and her tongue rolled out a perfect pink carpet for me.
“Such a good girl.” I fisted my girth and angled my hips forward enough to tap my cock against her tongue, the slappingnoise sending a bolt of lust straight to the base of my spine and another drop of moisture to my tip.
With her mouth open, she couldn’t hide the whimper that escaped her chest, and I didn’t want her to. All I wanted was to hear the way she wanted me for the rest of my life.
“Stay open,” I said gruffly, every nerve pushed to the limit by the sight.
Daisy on her knees for me. Her tits stuck forward because I held her arms above her head. And her tongue splayed from her full pink lips, just begging for a fucking taste of me.
Locking my teeth, I dragged the tip of my cock along her tongue, wiping the pre-cum onto the soft velvet. The sound she made then was more intense, and I barely pulled back in time as she tried to close me in her mouth.
“Not yet.”Pump.Her pupils found mine, their centers blown wide as she swallowed.Pump.
“Max…”
“Show me that pretty tongue again,” I ordered, and as soon as she complied, I lifted my cock and slapped it down harder this time. The sound more lewd. She panted but didn’t try anything. “Good girl.”
The next time, I didn’t tap her. I lowered the top third of my cock to her tongue and let it rest there like she was some kind of sex shelf. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Daze.”
