“Still sore?”he asks, looking concerned.
I shake my head.“I mean, I am, but not enough for you to stop.”
He starts to pull out of me.“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t you dare!”I hiss, locking my feet around his back.“I need you.”
“You can have my mouth and hands, Daisy.”
I pout.“I need your dick!”
“I’ll make it good for you,” he promises.
I glare at him as he pulls out of me.
An idea hits me, and I push on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back.He looks surprised by the movement, but before he can stop me, I straddle him and slide down his cock.
“FUCK!”he shouts.
I moan, bracing my hands on his chest as I rock on top of him.
“Jesus Christ, Daisy,” he snaps.
I smile sweetly.“I need this.”
He growls, cupping the back of my head and tugging me down to his lips.I kiss him, bucking my hips on top of him.He groans as he grips my ass, moving me up and down his length, and I gasp as my clit rubs against him.
I’m already so close to coming.Kissing him harder, I lean forward to rub my nipples against his chest.
“So hot, Daisy.You’re so fucking hot,” he pants.
I push on his chest and sit up again, wrapping my hands around the headboard so I can fuck him harder.The bed squeaks, and the frame scrapes along the floor with my harsh movements.I cry out as I splinter apart around him.
“That’s it, baby.Take it all.Ride me just like that.Fuck!”he grits out.
“Ledger!”I sob his name as I come.
My arms give out, and I collapse onto his chest, my heart racing and my breath coming in harsh pants.
Ledger grabs my hips and drags me up and down his length—once, twice—then shouts my name as he comes inside me.
I’m a sweaty, boneless doll on top of him.Resting my cheek against his chest, I enjoy the pleasure of being close to him.
“You know,” I say once I catch my breath.“Today is a pretty slow day at the salon.Just two appointments.I could reschedule them and take the day off.”
“Yeah?”he asks with a sly grin.“And what would we do instead?”
“I have a few ideas,” I admit, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“More tacos?”
I laugh.“Sure, I’m always up for tacos.”
“What else will we do?”
“Oh, my god!I thought you were being cute, but you really need to know, don’t you?You don’t like surprises.”
“No, I don’t.”He sighs.“I’m too Type A.I need to know so I can make plans.”
