“You couldn’t do it wrong, baby. Already told you there’s nothing better in this world than being inside you. Now I want you to sit on my dick.”
I gripped myself, angling for her.
Blunt nails sank into my shoulders as she lifted higher.
The head of my cock pressed at her pussy. “Take it, Daisy. Take it the way you said you wanted it.”
She sank down hard.
She clawed and scraped at my chest and shoulders.
The feel of her so devastating it nearly bowled me over.
Pleasure ripped and tore, and I struggled not to come right then.
“Fuck. Daisy. The feel of you.”
“Oh God. It’s so much,” she rasped.
“You can take it. Take it like you want it.”
Timidity filled her features for a single beat before she was rising up then plunging back down.
Gripping me in the tight, needy fist of her body.
“That’s it, Little Wallflower. Just like that.”
She did it again, breathing out as she whispered, “You feel so good. I don’t understand how it can be like this.”
I wound a hand up in her hair.
“This is the way it’s supposed to be.” It was a rough murmur.
Those eyes locked on me as she began to move. Setting her own impetuous pace. Riding me slow but sure.
Her hair swished around her shoulders, and her tits bounced with each thrust.
“So beautiful, baby. Nothing in the world. Nothing like you. I’m done for. There is nothing left for me but you.”
The confession poured out.
“Nothing,” she returned.
It sounded of a covenant.
The promise that nothing remained between us.
I sat forward a fraction, needing to get to that sweet mouth. My tongue delving deep so I could feed on her goodness.
Her body rocked and rolled over mine, and I swallowed down the little sounds that she made.
Committed them to my body.
A reminder of who she was and what she meant and the new purpose that I served.
She touched me everywhere that she could.
My shoulders.
