Page 81 of Whispered Promises

The waistband gets tugged down to my thighs. I’m still kneeling between her legs, her wet pussy so fucking close to my dick now that I’m not confined.

Eyes falling closed, I try to inhale and remind myself not to rush this. It’s fucking important. She’s fucking important. We’ll have forever for me to keep my dick inside her. I don’t need to rush to do it now.

Her hand moves to grip me, her skin cooler than mine. My answering groan at the dual sensation has her breath picking up, and she speeds up her movements.

“Are you on birth control?” I grit, struggling to think coherently when her hand’s fucking my dick.

“Yes,” she confirms eagerly, her legs widening underneath me.

“Fuck, such a good needy pussy for me, teasing me,” I grunt, “I’m going to come soon, so if you don’t want it, need you to say now.”

The muscles in my shoulders are straining now, beads of sweat running down the back of my neck as my hips piston into her hand.

“I want it, yes. I want it.”

I bat her hand away and replace it with mine. Tugging on my dick, my grip turns harsh and almost punishing as I angle myself down to her wet pussy.

I cave a little and swirl the head through it.

As I nudge her sensitive clit, we both moan. Her legs tuck up to her chest, and my dick slides in a fraction. My balls draw tight at the sensation of her heat.

Fuck, I’m fighting the primal urge to bury myself inside her, to brutally thrust until she’s writhing, screaming.

Bracing on my knees, I use my other hand to smear my precum on her clit, rubbing in circles before I pinch it. Her pussy clenches hard around my tip as she comes again.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

When my body locks up, ready to spill inside her, I reluctantly pull out. My eyes lock on to hers, breathing turning ragged at her glossy expression as her orgasm rides through her.

I squeeze my dick hard on the last tug and spill across her spent cunt.

Trailing my fingers through my cum, I rub it into her skin.

Blending the two of us together.

THIRTY-TWO

ROSY

“Ouch.”

Daisy’s sharp claws dig into my shoulders, pulling my attention back to her.

“That wasn’t nice. I wasn’t ignoring you. I was…well, my mind was wandering. Okay? I’m distracted. You know it; I know it. So you don’t need to savage me to make it obvious,” I mumble at her, feeling flushed as I try to concentrate on unravelling the hose, my thoughts still stuck on last night.

With Nate.

Shit, my face is on fire. It was so… He was just…

I don’t even know how to think about it.

“These feelings are feeling feelings. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do or say, Daisy,” I admit, and it’s good to get some of my thoughts out loud. Even if no one can respond to them.

Her body’s a comforting weight across my shoulders, and I glance at the furry face positioned next to mine. Her feline eyes stare back at me, more aware and understanding than they should be, or perhaps that’s just what I want to see.

“There are going to be a whole load of pieces to pick up if it goes wrong. I don’t know if I can do it all. One moment the risk feels worth it, when I’m with them, it’s worth it,” I croak out, my throat swollen with the mounting emotions. “But when I’m alone with my thoughts, the anxiety and doubts creep in. Plus, if there’s more than just me and Nate, if there’s also Bry and Noah…the risk is so much higher. There’s potential for a lot more heartache.”

If something goes wrong, they’ll all still have each other. And I’ll have to go back to the lonely life I had before, but it’ll be worse because I’ll know what it was like to have them in my life.