“Is that what you are? A bomb ready to go off?”
“I’ve always been. Waiting for you. Wondering what it would be like if I got the chance. If you would look at me and see the same thing I saw when I looked at you. If you’d want this the way that I do. If you ever really had.”
Possession wound through me at her admission, though it was tinged in guilt. The sins I’d committed that day.
If she knew…
If she knew…
But that shame flitted away as my spirit pressed forward. Urging me to give her everything she had ever wanted. Fulfill her in every way.
But what the fuck did I have to give her? A life like the one I showed her tonight?
Danger lurking in every fucking corner. Monsters nipping at my heels. The lies that I told and the atrocities I committed.
My world nothing but a barren, desolate plane.
But I’d always gone to her when she was in need. The girl taking every precedence.
I climbed onto the bed on my knees, and I planted a hand way up high near her head and leaned in so close our noses brushed.
I sucked down the serrated pants that she released.
Sweet, sweet seduction that was driving me to delirium.
“Cash.” Daisy murmured my name like a plea.
Like her truth.
I drove two fingers into her tight heat.
She nearly levitated off the bed. Her entire being arched upward. Tank covered tits brushing against my chest as a gasp tore out of her.
I inhaled it. Let her invade. Imbibed the tiny whimpers that rolled up her throat and dragged them all the way down into my spirit.
“You like that, Little Wallflower? You like me fucking this hot, needy pussy with my fingers? Is that what makes you come alive?”
“You. You make me come alive. All of you.”
Nah. I was death. But maybe I could show her exactly how to live.
What it was like to be cherished like the gift she was. Adored and revered.
Put her on a fucking pedestal where she belonged while I got on my knees and worshipped her.
I shoved her tank up her chest.
Showing off the slight curves of her abdomen and those perky, tiny tits. Nipples diamond buds that pointed through the fabric of her bra.
I dragged one cup down and dove in to suck the pert peak into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the hard bud.
She squeaked, woman arching more. She dragged those dainty fingers through my hair. “How do you make me feel this way? I need…”
She trailed off as I lapped and licked at her tit, my fingers driving deep into the well of her pussy.
Little sounds ripped from her mouth, and I pulled back to watch those wild eyes through the dull light.
“Daisy.” Her name was disorder. A petition and an entreaty.
