Page 41 of Twisted Surrender
VINCENT
How did I end up here? How did I fall for a woman half my age overnight? Or what seems like overnight? We haven’t known each other long, but it’s like I’ve known her my whole life.
And I want to know her for the rest of it, too.
I’ve got her laid out in front of me, naked and just waiting for me to have my way. And I will have her in every fucking way possible. My body is vibrating with need.
All that we said, it was perfectly done. But sitting here now, I realized I’m the only one who said the L word. Before I get in my head about it, though, I’m going to make her beg to want to say it back.
Straddling her thighs, my pants acting as a barrier to her skin, I just can’t have it. Crawling off her, I stand beside the couch and undo my belt and my jeans, letting them hit the floor. “Touch yourself, Daisy.”
Her eyes never leave mine as she cups her breasts, pushing them together as an offering to me. I drop to my knees by the side of the couch, running my hand up her thigh. She widens her legs and I dip my fingers inside her. She arches, still holding her tits to me, and I latch on like a baby. She’s perfect, every bit of her fitting perfectly into my world, my body, my heart.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart. Is this what I do to you?”
Her eyes roll back as I finger her roughly, yet gently bite around her breast, sucking and marking her. Little nips that will turn purple later, reminding her I’ll be the only one who gets to do this to her for the rest of her life.
“Do I get you this hot while we’re at the station?”
She nods, biting her lip. I withdraw my hand from her, circling her clit. Her mouth drops open and little mewls seep out while her hips work themselves. I slip my finger into her mouth, letting her taste herself. She immediately closes her lips around my finger, and with each suckle, she shoots a line of adrenaline straight to my dick.
Letting out a groan, I reach down and tug on my cock, pulling it from my boxers. “Miss O’Malley, you better put those lips of yours to better use.” She smiles around my finger, holding it between her teeth, scraping my skin as she pulls her head back and sits up. I rise to standing and she takes me in her mouth at once.
“Goddamn, that’s so good!” I look down at her, her red hair falling over her shoulders, her breasts brushing against my thighs with every dip that she takes from me. I feel myself hitting the back of her throat. “Red, you should see yourself.” She looks up at me, her eyes telling me everything I need to know. I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb down the angle of her face and trace her lips that are stretched around me. “These lips.” I spread my forefinger and middle finger around my base. Her tongue touches my fingers and with every suck on my dick, she has me ready to explode. Feeling the strain in my neck, I step back from her and get even fucking harder as she leans forward, still chasing me with her tongue.
Chuckling at her exuberance. “You need me that bad?” She nods, a smile spreading across her face as she comes off the couch, landing on her hands and knees. I step back again, and she crawls toward me.
“Ohh, Miss O’Malley. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
“I know what I want to do to you.”
“Yeah?” I come to a stop, rubbing my chin with my hand. My body shakes with need. “Tell me, Daisy.”
She prowls around me on all fours, nipping at the back of my thighs and running her hands everywhere but where I need them to be, before coming to a stop in front of me again. She sits back on her legs, her palms smoothing up and down the front of my legs. She eyes my cock that is sticking straight out in front of me, weeping and begging for her mouth again.
“I want to be so full of you that I feel you for days. I want to be touched so deep that when I sit at my desk at the station and you walk by, I can still feel you inside me.”
I drop to the floor and lay on my back. “Get on. Now. Daisy, put that sweet pussy around my dick and fucking hang on tight.”
My order sets her into motion and she climbs on my lap, taking me inside her so fast it makes my breath catch.
I grip her hips, my thumbs bruising her skin, but she doesn’t care. “Harder, Vincent! Make me feel you for days!”
I start pounding her from underneath. I’ve never felt this frantic before. I need this release more than my next breath right now, but I also don’t want it to end. I want to fucking die with her pussy wrapped around me, soaking me and taking every bit of life from me.
But first? I’m going to make her say it.
Slowing down my movement, she brings her eyes to me. “You didn’t tell me, Daisy.”
She leans forward, placing her hands on my chest, and begins working her hips with a circular motion that rivals professional dancers.
“Tell you what? I told you what I want to do.” She’s breathless, and I grip her tighter, slowing her movements.
“No, Red. You didn’t say the words.”
She’s lost to her looming orgasm, that it takes her a moment before she realizes what I’m asking her to say.
Then a sly look comes over her face and I know I’m in for it.