“Is that what you want, Little Wallflower? You want to be owned?”
“Yes. By you.”
“Then turn back around and bend over the side of the bed.” I was barely able to keep my cool as I watched her comply.
Woman slowly shifting around, though she kept watching back at me as she moved for the bed.
Every second magnified the need.
Added to it.
Let it grow.
Was barely standing myself when she bent over.
Her ass swaying back and forth like an offering.
Her pussy pink and swollen from the last time I had her. Soaked and begging to be filled.
She tempted me beyond measure, and I was finished denying the need.
I slowly edged forward. The oxygen in the room was so dense it felt like I was walking through sludge. Our breaths shallow andpanted while she chewed and nibbled at her bottom lip as she gazed back with a seductive grin.
Confidence oozed off her.
My Wallflower becoming the temptress.
Luring me up behind her like the enchantress that she was.
“Fuck me, Daisy. You are a vision. So fuckin’ sexy. So damned sweet. Don’t know what I’m supposed to do with you.”
“Anything you want.”
“Playing with fire, talking that way with a man the likes of me.”
“You’re exactly the kind of man I want.”
Possession wound through my insides. The urge to consume. Devour her in every way.
“Bend all the way over. Want those pretty tits brushing the bed,” I gritted.
She assented, and I inched up close enough to lean over her, not touching her except for my mouth that took a path down the angle of her spine. Kissing the whole way down to the crease at the top of her ass.
She whimpered an impatient sound, and her body rocked back in a plea. “You’d better not tease me, Cash Cunningham. Not after I’ve been waiting on you for my entire life.”
A low chuckle rumbled from my mouth, and chills lifted on her flesh. No question, my joy rolled through her.
A strike of glee in the middle of the desire that was making it difficult to breathe. “Don’t you worry yourself, baby. I plan on you having me time and again. Every fucking day for the rest of my life.”
She let go of a quavery sigh. “I do like the sound of that.”
“You do, huh? You want me to take this sweet body every single day?”
“Um…yes. Two or three times a day would be preferential.”
“Needy girl.”
“So needy, I won’t even try to deny it.”
