Pay the Price: A Dark New Adult Romance

19. Otis

She tasted even better than I’d expected. Wolf had said that too: that she tasted sweet, like salty honey, and I took my time running my tongue through her folds, savoring every second.

I’d loved having Daisy’s mouth around my cock while Wolf fucked her in his bedroom, but I’d been dying to have her to myself, to take my time exploring her body, to see for myself if all the things Wolf said were true.

Now I could say it had been worth the fucking wait, and I buried my fingers inside her tight little pussy while I teased her clit with my tongue. She responded with a gasp and her hips sank closer to my face.

God knows I wasn’t an expert when it came to reading social cues and expressions, but these cues I could read, and I knew Daisy was feeling good, that I was the one making her feel good, and that made me feel good, because Daisy deserved everything and I wanted to be one of the ones who gave it to her.

Not that my motives were totally altruistic. I’d been fantasizing about fucking her for years. Now she was spread out in front of me like the world’s hottest playground and I was more than happy to take advantage, fucking her with my fingers while I lapped at her clit.

I loved the way she reached between her open thighs, grabbing my hair while I buried my face in her pussy, making it clear she didn’t want me to stop, but she didn’t have to worry: I wasn’t looking to stop anytime soon, and I flattened my tongue on her clit and felt a fresh wave of wet heat coat my fingers.

“Oh my god…” she moaned.

She was close to coming. Her hips moved with the rhythm of my fingers and tongue. She was headed for the cliff of her orgasm and I was going to be the one to push her over the edge with my face between her pillowy thighs.

Someday I’d share her with Wolf — and Jace too, whether he realized it or not — but right now she was all mine, and I fucked her ferociously with my fingers and covered her pussy with my tongue while she met my thrusts with her hips, sweet little gasps emerging from her mouth as she came closer to coming.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.

I didn’t want to pause to tell her that was one instruction I didn’t need. My cock was ready to explode, but I wasn’t about to stop eating Daisy’s pussy, not until she came on my face.

Not until I could really taste her.

I let her set the pace, thrusting my fingers faster and farther inside her, lapping at her dripping pussy, feeling her channel clamp down on my fingers until she fell over the edge with a shudder.

“Oh god…” she moaned. “I’m coming.”

She didn’t have to tell me, I licked it up, loving the sweet taste of her on my tongue, the brush of her silky thighs against my cheeks, the knowledge that this time, I was the one making her come.

I didn’t stop until she went limp, her labored breathing loud in the quiet of the room.

I leaned over the bed and fished in the pocket of my jeans for a condom. Then I knelt between her thighs and rolled it onto my throbbing dick, trying to hold it together long enough to get the fucking thing on.

Because the truth was, I was ready to blow. I’d been beating off to Daisy for ages. Just seeing her naked in the flesh was enough to make me want to come, but kissing her, touching every inch of her body, eating her pussy until she came without diving into her like a madman?

That took more willpower than any man should have to muster, and I wasn’t exactly big on willpower in the first place.

She looked like a goddess spread out on the bed, her long brown hair fanned across the pillow, her body soft and welcoming. She had big tits and full hips and I loved every inch of her.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you forever,” I said.

There was a long pause and I almost wondered if she’d changed her mind. The fact that we’d killed Blake had been sitting between us during the nights I’d visited her room at Cassie’s, but now we were naked and fucking, and even I knew how fucked up that was.

But when she finally spoke, it wasn’t to say she’d changed her mind.

“So fuck me,” she said.

Thank fucking god. She didn’t have to tell me twice.

I pushed her thighs open until I could see the wet evidence of her orgasm on the folds of her pussy, then I positioned the head of my dick at her entrance.

“You can watch,” I said.

She met my gaze. “Did Wolf tell you that too? That I like to watch?”

I nodded. “It’s okay. I like to watch too.”

She lifted her head and I slid into her a little at a time. Watching my dick disappear inside her — knowing she was watching too — was almost too much. I got bigger and harder, swelling against the velvety walls of her wet pussy, I had to stop and get my shit together when I was all the way inside her.

She gasped, then shifted her gaze to my face.

“Fuck, doll. You’re so warm. So tight.”

She hooked her ankles around my thighs and sank onto me even further.

I groaned and pulled out, then drove into her. This time I watched her face, watched the pleasure wash over her features as she took all of me.

And now there was no holding back. I was too close to coming.

I dragged out of her again, then plunged back into her wet heat. Her glorious tits bounced as I drove into her again and again, and I bent my head to suck one of her nipples into my mouth while I fucked her.

I was rewarded with the arch of her back and a moan that was so sexy it almost made me come right then and there.

“Fuck,” I grunted. “You were made for me, doll.”

She was wetter now, her body primed for another orgasm, her hips rocking against mine.

I knew the cues, and I moved faster, wanting to make it last but half out of my mind with the need to come. I had the impulse to pull out, rip off the condom, drive into her bare, spill into her.

But even I knew that would be crazy so I drove into her again and again, pounding her pussy, knowing she could take it, relishing the way the walls of her cunt tightened around my dick, forcing me to tunnel through her.

Her tits bounced as I thrust into her, and I was pretty sure there was nothing sexier than Daisy’s tits bouncing while she took my cock, her pale chest flushed with her impending orgasm, her breath growing more labored as she neared release.

I didn’t know what would happen after this, if Daisy would ever forgive us, if I’d ever have the chance to be inside her again.

But right now, she was all mine.

Her nails raked the length of my back and she squeezed my ass, pulling me deeper inside her, gasping as I hit her clit on the down thrust.

“Otis…”

“You’re so fucking wet, Daisy.”

She opened her eyes. “Come with me.”

“Right behind you, doll. Let go. Come for me.”

I drove harder and faster, then felt her convulse under me as she came, crying out into the room, and if her perfect pussy hadn’t been enough to send me over the edge (it was), the sound of her coming would have done it.

I erupted all at once, white light bursting behind my eyelids as I came with her in an explosion that rolled through my body like a series of increasingly powerful earthquakes.

When it was over, I kissed her long and slow, then collapsed next to her on the bed, our bodies a tangle of sweat and skin, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

“I hope we were quiet enough,” she finally said.

I was glad she hadn’t phrased it as a question. I wasn’t a good liar and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that unless Cassie was a deep sleeper, she was probably on to the fact that Daisy had just gotten fucked within an inch of her life in the guest bedroom.

I tightened my arms around her instead of saying anything because there was no point in making her self-conscious about the fact that her moans of pleasure had been anything but quiet.

We stayed like that for so long I thought she’d fallen asleep until she spoke again.

“What now?”

I kissed the top of her head. “Now you come home.”

“What about… what about Blake?” she asked.

“Anything you want to know, we’ll tell you,” I said. ”Just come home so we can talk. So we can keep you safe.”