11. Daisy
CHAPTER 11
DAISY
I only have the vaguest idea of how this works, but Zane made me all messy with his dirty words for a reason.
And he’s not stopping me. He’s even pulling my panties to the side as I squirm on top of him, trying to fit us together.
“You feel too good, baby.” He thrusts his hips, his cock driving up toward my belly, the underside of it pushing through my wetness. “I could come like this.”
Ignoring him, I roll my hips, then lift up when I get to his tip.
It works.
He’s at my entrance, thick and hard, and I start to push down, but immediately it’s more than I thought.
More pleasure. More pain. More man .
“You don’t fit,” I sob.
“I will.” His teeth are gritted. “I’ll fit next time. Stop moving, Daisy. Fuck, I’m going to—” His hands clamp onto my hips, stopping my desperate progress. And then he moans, low and endless, the sexiest sound ever.
Between my legs, I feel him twitch, long slow pulses.
His seed is pumping into me.
I didn’t get more than the tip in, but I’m doing it. I’m mating with him, even though we’re not married yet.
I laugh in disbelief.
It feels wonderful to be this free.
“Don’t laugh at me, baby,” he growls. “I’m going to last so long next time you beg me to stop.”
“Never,” I promise. “I want it to last forever.”
He tugs me down on top of him and brings our mouths together. “Your next lesson is on the male refractory period,” he murmurs before sliding his tongue deep into my mouth.
I don’t know what that is, but I can’t wait to find out.
We kiss until I’m breathless, and then he rolls me onto my side.
I squirm. The mess between my legs feels exponentially worse than before. “I think your seed is spilling out of me.”
Zane’s gaze darkens. “I need to see that.” He pushes up my skirt and peels off my panties, shouldering his way between my thighs. “Fuck, baby. Look at that. Your pretty little pussy can’t hold it all.”
I try to lift my head, but all I can see is his face smiling at my bare lower body, his nose so close to the curls on my mound that he has to be breathing in my scent.
How mortifying.
I flop back and cover my face with my hands.
The next thing I feel is his mouth on the inside of my thigh, and then his shoulders shaking. “A little late to be embarrassed, baby.”
“Don’t talk to me while you’re down there.”
The laughing gets louder. “I’m going to talk to you from this position every day for the rest of our lives.”
“Why???”
“Because I love you.”
Silence follows.
I can’t breathe.
Zane sighs, then presses a soft kiss to my curl-covered mound, right above my clit, before climbing on top of me.
He’s naked.
His cock is hard again.
He loves me?
“We just met,” I say in confusion.
“You’re the one who bought the marriage license.” He brushes a damp strand of hair off my flushed cheek. “The Lowry boys fall hard and fast. I have two brothers who knew as soon as they set eyes on their brides, too. Maybe those of us who missed out on love when we were young know how fucking valuable it is when we’re given a chance to be someone’s husband? I’m not questioning it. I just know. I love you, Daisy Marie Vincent. I’m going to love you until the day I die, and then forever more in the afterlife. I’ve built a life for us, and I can’t wait to bring you home.”
I stare up at him.
“It’s okay if it takes you longer?—”
“Is the male refractory period about how long it takes you to get hard again?”
He blinks. “Yes.”
“You’re hard again.”
“Took me less time than I expected. Maybe that’s love’s sweet curse. I’m going to be chasing you around with hard-ons for a while, needing to be inside you.”
“Then be inside me.” I reach for him. “Let me love you right back, Zane Andrew Lowry.”
“Not yet, Daisy. After?—”
“What can a judge say to make this more right?” I shake my head. “I want you now.”
“If I take you now, I’m breeding you.” He braces himself on one arm and uses his other hand to tug my dress down, baring my unbound breasts. “Is that what you want? You want me to fill you with my seed?”
“Yes,” I pant.
He cups my tit, making my nipple a taut peak, and he ducks his head. His breath is hot against my pebbling flesh. “I’ll love seeing your body change. Making these tits all milky.” He licks at me, and I cry out. “Will you make milk for Daddy?”
He knows the answer already.
There will be no limits between us.
He is my Daddy, my teacher, my guide. If he wants it, I will let him suckle at me as he puts baby after baby in my belly.
“You have to make me pregnant first before there’s milk,” I whisper.
His grip on me tightens, his fingers leaving marks on my breast. “That’s right. And you want me to take you now? You mean it?”
“I do.”
It feels as reverent as a wedding vow.
“Tell me again that you love me, Daisy, and I will make you mine.”
“I’m already yours,” I whisper. “Zane, I love you too. I have from the very first second I saw you. I love you with all my?—”
As I breathe my promises to him, he lifts my hips and changes the angle between us. His cock notches against my entrance, and as I whisper heart , he slides into me.
It’s not easy, and it’s not fast, but he knows what he’s doing in a way that I didn’t, and so there’s less pain and more pleasure. He doesn’t stop until he is buried all the way inside me, until my body has fully made room for him, and we are as close as we could possibly be.
“Just keep breathing. Daisy,” he growls.
I didn’t realize I wasn’t.
But it is hard to catch my next breath, hard not to feel faint, for my head to not spin as a wild torment of new sensations fills my body.
“It’s too much,” I cry, suddenly alarmed as the full awareness of how big he is inside me finally lands.
“Nothing’s too much between us,” Zane promises with complete confidence. “I’ve got you.”
“Hold me tight,” I beg and he does, wrapping both arms around me, holding me up, cradling me in his arms as he thrusts again, just as deep, returning with each snap of his hips to the space in my body that now has his mark all over it.
“You feel incredible,” he breathes. “You’re so tight, you’re so perfect. I waited for you my whole life, and now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go. I’m going to be the most adoring husband to you. I promise that.”
A sob wrenches from me, followed by his name.
He thrusts again, relentlessly loving me now as he finishes his own spontaneous vows. “I promise you that I will love you too much, even.”
“No such thing.” I start to cry, tears tracking down my cheeks, but he kisses them away, licking at the salty trails, replacing them with nothing but pleasure.
My back arches against his hands, needing more now, working against him, pushing and pulling faster as he reacts to my body coming alive. I love the effect I have on him, the noises that he makes when I move along his shaft.
I didn’t know that this went both ways.
I thought sex was something a man did to a woman. But now I realize it’s just two people moving together, getting as close as humanly possible, and revelling in what they discover there.
“Zane.” I smile as I breathe his name.
He whispers mine back, and then we’re kissing.
It’s wonderful to taste him at his fevered peak like this, to feel how close he is to losing control, but still know that he would never, ever hurt me.
I know that in my soul.
Even before the kiss ends, I’m whispering another string of vows. “I will be the most loving wife, I promise. I will give you all the babies our family needs, and I will keep your bed warm at night.”
“And in the morning,” he growls. “Kissing you over and over again before my day starts will be my greatest pleasure.”
A curious tightness starts to coil inside me, not the same as when I rubbed my clit. More profound, and deeper into my body, but not as bright, either.
Zane feels it, too. He stares down at me as he snaps his hips. “Oh, Daisy. Oh Daisy, you’re gonna make me come again.” He swears under his breath. “But that can’t happen until you come first, my girl.”
With a roar, he pulls out of me, and I whimper.
No, no, no.
The expression on his face tells me not to worry, though, and his words follow that up. “It can be hard for women to come that way,” he explains as he gives me a wicked wink. “It might be better with some direct stimulation on your pretty little clit, like your fingers.” His smile grows, truly devilish now. “Or my mouth.”
I gasp as he lifts my hips into the air, my white sundress that I thought would be my wedding gown tumbling over my face.
Laughing, I push it out of the way just in time to see his head drop between my thighs, and then I feel his mouth latching onto my clit with urgent hunger. All of that coiled tension that was building in my belly goes wild, tightening like a spring, and then flying free.
My hips buck against his face as he licks me through an almost instantaneous orgasm I didn’t see coming.
“That’s better,” he says with a happy exhale, his chest heaving as he slots himself back against my now very tender flesh. “I can’t have my wife neglected.”
I laugh weakly as he starts to move again, but it quickly turns to desperate pants and whining sounds that are incredibly embarrassing. But I can’t keep them inside.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I love making you come.” He cocoons me in his arms, his mouth finding mine. He tastes like me, and that turns me on even more. It’s so earthy, raw and primal, and as I lick him back, the pleasure humming just under the surface of my skin surges once more.
“Zane, it’s building again!”
“Good. Yes, brave girl, come again.”
“But how?”
“You have a much shorter refractory period than I do.”
“It’s magical.”
“Yes, it fucking is.” He gathers my wrists and easily presses them to the mattress above my head with one hand. With the other, he squeezes my breast, rubbing his thumb over the tight nipple. “I love your little tits. I love them so much, Daisy. I love you so so fucking much. And if you come for me again, I will fill you up. I swear to God I will breed you before we go and get married.”
I shatter again, and he groans into my neck, following me, his body heavy on top of me as he thrusts, now out of control, pumping his release deep into my body.
“That’s it, my girl. Fuck. Oh, mmffff. Unnngh.”
Every single sound is more beautiful than the last.
I did that to him.
And then there are no more sounds, and both of us are simply panting against the other’s damp skin.
I trace a heart on his sweaty shoulder.
He goes very still. “Do you still love me, Daisy?”
I smile. “More than ever. I promise.”