54. Daisy
54
DAISY
“ T he chickens are going to be fine.” I kissed his neck, unbuttoning the white dress shirt as he fussed with the birds.
“What do you know about chickens?”
“I’m the one who bought them, remember?” I nipped his ear and peeled the wet shirt off his body. “Yes, come to Mama!”
I stripped off my shirt and wrapped my bare arms around his neck.
“Coleman, are you drunk?” He drew back with a suspicious look.
“You broke my heart, remember?” I kissed his jaw and shoulder. “And you generally make me crazy.”
“But it’s six in the morning.”
“To be fair”—I reached for his belt—“I’m actually still just drunk from last night and really”—he turned, hands on my waist—“really hungry.”
“Hungry?”
“Crap! I meant horny. Dammit, Daisy. There’s a hamburger in my purse.”
“I don’t want to know, Coleman.” A smile played around his mouth.
“Can you switch off dad mode and fuck my brains out?”
“You think they’ll be all right?” He gave the birds another concerned look.
“Of course, Daddy.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
“Fucking princess.”
“All’s fair in love and war.”
He slammed me up against the wall. “I hope you’re not so trite and predictable when you take my cock.”
“I can make all the generic porn-star noises.”
He ripped off my bra while I arched against him.
“I want you to lock me up and fuck me like you missed me.”
“Just how much did you have to drink, Coleman?”
“I was drinking for three.”
I was completely ready for his cock by the time he closed up the kitchen to contain the chicks.
“No sex dungeon?” I moaned as he carried me into the library.
“You’re so drunk that I don’t trust you with all that water down there. Besides,” he added as he set me down on my back on the ornate inlaid card table, “I can tie you up here just as well.”
One hand held my wrists down on the table, and the other slithered the leather belt off.
“Shit.” My legs kicked as he tied the belt tightly around my wrist then looped it in a knot around one of the table legs.
He leaned over the table, kissed me, and savored my mouth.
“You never said yes, Daisy.”
“You want me to sign another contract?”
Aaron pulled out the ring box. “Just a marriage contract. Wearing a ring is a customary sign of affirmation.” He slid the diamond over my lips.
“You want to be my wife? You want to be mine?”
“Yes, I want to be your wife.” As his lips left mine, I strained up, seeking him, needing him.
He slid the ring onto the ring finger of one of my bound hands. Then he trailed his fingers up to the mound of my tits and down to my short shorts.
“I never told you,” he said, leaning in and kissing and sucking on my nipple, kneading my breasts, squeezing and playing with them, “that seeing you in those shorts”—he popped their button—“was the closest I ever came to jacking off in my office while thinking about you. I wanted to bend you over the counter and fuck your pussy right there in the lobby.”
“I never told you,” I gasped as his hand slid into my shorts, “that I wore those hoping you’d get hard when you saw me.”
He stroked me hard through my panties.
“Oh yeah. I want you to fuck me hard like that.” My hips bucked. “I missed your cock, Daddy.”
He snarled.
“Yeah, Daddy, fuck me harder!” I yelled. Then I gagged when his huge hand pressed over my mouth.
“The only thing I want to hear you scream,” he breathed, ragged, “is my name.”
My back arched as he slid my shorts down.
“Still mine.” He pressed his face in the triangle of pink lacy fabric between my legs. “You let any other guys touch you while I was gone?” He slid two fingers under the band of lace.
“No, I kept it just like you like it.”
“That’s my good girl.”
I gasped, straining against the bonds as he ran his fingers slowly over the wet slit of my pussy.
“Your cunt is nice and wet for my cock, isn’t it?” He stroked me harder. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone, Princess, or did you save yourself for my cock?”
“I saved it for you.” My hips jerked ineffectively against his hand. I wanted to feel him.
“I need you,” I whimpered then groaned as he slowly slid my panties to the side and mouthed my pussy. His tongue flicked out, making me shudder.
“ Fuck me .”
“I’ll think about it.” His biceps bulged, then the thin lace ripped.
My legs splayed open.
“Wider, Princess.” He grabbed my knees and pushed them back, leaving my pussy open and defenseless, offered up to him.
The first touch of his tongue to my clit was electric.
I moaned loudly as he licked me, gripping my tits, angling my pussy so he could lick me into a frenzy, his tongue everywhere in me, sucking on my clit and lapping at my pussy. He pinched my tits as he buried his tongue in me. My hips made needy circles against him as he brought me screaming over the edge.
I gasped on the table as he pulled back, spreading my legs again, my pussy aching and wet for him.
“Damn, I love looking at you.” He leaned in and kissed me, making me taste myself on him.
“I love you, Daisy. My Daisy. And I’m going to love fucking you even more.”
“I love you, Aaron,” I gasped out as he stroked my pussy with two fingers while leaning over me.
“Tell me again,” he murmured against my mouth. “I want to hear it again.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I chanted as he kissed me and stroked me, turning me into a sopping wet mess until I was screaming and gushing all over his hand.
I nipped his mouth.
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
“I told you…”
“Am I making you mad?” I wiggled on the table. “You gonna punish me? I need you to fuck me hard, Daddy.”
The lace of the ripped panties dug into my skin as he pulled them down.
“I need that big cock in my tight little puss—mmhmfg.”
He shoved the wet panties in my mouth, grabbed my tits, and squeezed them hard, making me jump.
“I like your mouth better with my cock gagging you, but,” he said, positioning himself in front of me, “I need it for something else.”
A condom packet ripped.
My hips ached as he spread my legs, opening my pussy wide for him.
“I’m gonna enjoy this,” he purred in that deep voice of his.
The belt cut into my wrist as he jerked me, impaling me on his cock as it surged in me, hitting deep in my pussy and making me scream. I wanted to thrash against the huge cock in me, but he held my hips in place as he thrust into me again, my pussy taking every thick inch while I moaned against the panties.
Then he was fucking me, using me, taking my pussy, fucking me hard, that thick cock thrusting balls deep in me until I thought I would pass out. He leaned over to take my tits in his mouth as his powerful hips and thighs kept slamming his huge cock in me, unrelenting in my raw pussy until I was coming all over him while he claimed me.
He pulled out of me, my pussy still throbbing, and flipped me over, the leather belt pulling at my wrists.
When he fished the panties out of my mouth, I bit his fingers.
He slapped me hard on the ass, making me squeal.
“You gonna be a good little girl?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered, needing his cock again.
“I want to hear you scream for me.”
Then he was on me again, fucking my pussy, hitting that spot of pleasure deep inside me. My toes scraped on the carpet as he fucked me into the table, and I moaned and sobbed in time to his thrusts. Too soon, he was pumping in me, hard and erratic. I screamed his name as I came around his cock. He rutted into me as he came, spilling into the condom.
I lay there, panting, on the table.
“Oh yeah,” I whimpered, still feeling the echoes of that cock in me. “This is what I came back for.”
He leaned and kissed me.
“You gonna untie me?”
He kissed me harder and caressed my ass. “I’m still enjoying the view.”
I moaned loudly as I felt him part my legs again. Then his mouth was there, eating me out, working my aching pussy, drawing the last bit of pleasure from my clit until he wrung one more shuddering orgasm out of me.
“Shit, Coleman,” he breathed against my neck, leaning over me.
I felt his cock thick and heavy and warm against my thigh, wet from my pussy juices.
“You think you can come one more time for me, Princess? Hmm?” He rubbed that cock in my pussy.
“I—”
He kissed my neck. “What if I fuck your ass?”
I moaned helplessly as oil-slick fingers pushed into my ass, curling in me, almost making me come again right there.
I did come when he slid that thick cock inside me.
“Fuck, Daisy.” His teeth sank into my shoulder as I came around him. “Fuck, you know I love it when you do that.” Cursing, he pulled out and slammed in me, jerking me against the table.
Then he fucked me, slowly, powerfully, as I helplessly came then came again all over his cock.
“Just come, Aaron,” I begged. “Please let me feel your cum.”
Still buried in me, he worked my clit, bringing me off again while I cried out his name.
“I can’t come again,” I pleaded.
“Yeah, you can.” He moved in me, tangled his fingers in my hair, and tipped my head back as I panted in time with the unrelenting thrusts while he claimed my ass until finally, finally , I felt my thighs seize up. Then I came, clenching around him as he pounded in me, cursing as his hot cum filled me, his balls emptying.
“Shit,” I wheezed as Aaron pulled out.
He squeezed my ass. “Fuck, I love it when my cum is all over you.”
“If you’d fucked me in your dungeon,” I panted, blowing my hair out of my face and turning to look at him, “you could have just left me there then come down later to fuck me when you wanted to.”
“Maybe when the chickens are older. I can’t leave them alone that long.”
“Oh my god,” I exclaimed as he untied me. “You are such a daddy.”
I wrapped a blanket around myself and followed him into the kitchen, where he was sprinkling more food for the gaping-mouthed baby chicks.
“Fattening them up?” I joked.
Aaron glared at me, wrapping his arms around the chicks protectively.
“We’re not eating them, Daisy. God, what is wrong with you? Don’t listen to her.” He petted the chickens. “It’s okay. I won’t leave you alone with the mean woman.” He gently kissed each of the fuzzy chicks on the head.
“You’re so cute with the babies,” I cooed, making a heart shape with my hands. Then I fished in my purse for the rest of my burger. It was a little smushed, but it tasted divine.
“I should have gotten a milkshake,” I mumbled around the food.
“Coleman.” Aaron made a disgusted noise. “What the hell are you eating?”
I took another big bite of the hamburger.
“How long has that been in your bag?” he demanded.
“It’s still good.” I swallowed. “What’s a girl to do? This is the second time you’ve fed those chickens since I got here, and you haven’t given your soon-to-be second wife shit.”