Stop, Drop and Run #2
Hearing her say those words sent a thrill through my entire being.
I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands roaming her body, memorizing every curve and contour beneath my fingertips, her dips and valleys like brail under my touch.
With my palm resting across her breast, I could feel each gasp, each mewled breath escaping her lips, and I inhaled her pleasure as if it were air. Her sounds were mine; they grounded me.
Daisy’s body responded with equal fervor, her hands tugging at my skin.
I could sense her urgency, a force growing like a bonfire as we lost ourselves in that moment, two souls intertwined in a dance of passion.
Daisy kissed the breath out of me, her lips parting softly as I stole more and more air from her lungs.
“Adam,” she gasped, her voice with a hint of urgency while I kissed my way down her neck, my hands trailing down her sides, exploring the smooth curve of her waist.
“I’ve got you, wildfire,” I whispered against her skin, my voice low and filled with promise, because I knew my cock would send her to the stars. “I’ve got you.”
Daisy arched her back, presenting her breasts to my eager lips.
Like a moth to a flame, I lowered and pulled her nipple into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around each one, savoring each nipple to a perfected peak.
The heat was fascinating; every twist and flick of my tongue told her a desperate story, and she was listening.
I had her full attention, and she was captivated.
Our urgency matched each other, our bodies pressing closer together, igniting a fire that consumed us both.
Once again, I could feel her heart racing against my chest, each thump syncing with the wild rhythm between us. I wanted to memorize every inch of her, to understand her in a way no one else ever could. No man would ever know her the way I do. Because she’s mine. Only mine.
“God, Daisy,” I murmured against her body. “You’re driving me crazy. I swear I’m leaking cum like I’m a damn water faucet.”
She responded with a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair, lost in her own world of pleasure.
Daisy tugged my body closer as if she wanted to meld our bodies into one.
I could feel her need, her hunger, and it fueled my own.
I kissed her deeper, harder, pouring every ounce of desire I had into this electrifying moment.
I wrapped her in my arms, my lips finding hers again. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. I wanted all of her, and I was going to take it. With each kiss, I claimed her, and at that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of us lost in our fiery storm.
“Adam.” She gasped again, her voice a breathy plea that urged me to give her more as my lips trailed down her neck, my warm breath fanning across her skin.
“I’ve got you, wildfire,” I whispered, the heat of my breath sending shivers across her body. “I’ve got you.”
Her body responded eagerly to my touch, arching into me, her nails digging into my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I loved how she felt towards me, so soft, so warm, how she tasted, and how each sound she made filled me with a rush. I was entirely under her spell.
“Please, Adam,” she whispered, her voice filled with a whimper. “Please.”
“Anything for you, wildfire,” I murmured to her, rocking my hips with an urgent push, feeling the temperature radiate from her skin.
“Anything.” With that, I surrendered myself to her.
Dipping two fingers into her, I thrust in and out, the slick sound mingling with her quickening breaths, each one more urgent than the last. An unfamiliar itch spread through me, an overwhelming need I had never experienced before, surging with the rhythm of her cries.
When I bit her swollen clit, her reaction sent a jolt of electricity through me, amplifying my desire to please her.
Rising up on my hands, I trailed kisses up her thighs, savoring each touch of my lips against her skin.
Her body curved under my mouth as I kissed my way up from her soft belly to the swell of her breasts then back down to her taut abs.
As I nipped her belly, a warm wave of love filled me, a vision of our future children growing up there brought forth a primal urge to fill her with my cum.
She shivered when my tongue flicked across her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
In one swift motion, I stripped off my boxer briefs.
Her gaze flicked down to my shoulder, then lower, and her eyes widened in shock.
Yeah, it’s pretty damn impressive, I thought, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.
I wasn’t just proud of the fucking rumors, I was the one who started them, and they weren’t exactly lies.
My cock was big, pierced, and a damn demon on my body.
That’s why they called me the UW unicorn, women took their chances with me, their curiosity outweighing their caution.
But now, all of that was behind me. This wasn’t about fucking rumors anymore; this was about her.
The only woman who would ever charm this snake, and I was ready to feel her wetness coat every inch of me.
She was the only one I wanted, the woman I needed to claim, to breed one day.
My eyes locked onto hers, filled with a potent combination of lust and affection.
I reached down, wrapping my hand around my pulsing shaft, pumping it a few times as tension coiled in my stomach.
I lined my pierced cock with her slick folds, feeling the heat radiate from her.
Her eyes widened in anticipation, breaths coming in short, needy gasps.
“Th-that won’t fit!” she cried out in surprise.
“It will. Trust me,” I replied, pride swelling in my chest. My ego was inflating so much, I’d probably have to tilt my head sideways just to fit through the door when I left Davis’s house.
Hell yeah. I loved this demon cock. “Just relax, wildfire,” I murmured, my voice low and steady, “because I need to be inside you as much as I need air to breathe.”
“Condom!” Daisy whispered urgently, her voice barely above a breath, laced with a cocktail of excitement and nervousness.
Her eyes fluttered shut, then snapped open as she caught a glimpse of me, her expression filled with apprehension.
“Oh my god, that’s…” she stammered, the surprise in her voice eliciting a soft chuckle from me.
Yeah, condom it is. I wasn’t about to go the Davis route; I was reckless and careless.
But if Daisy ended up pregnant tomorrow, I’d be the first one to shout it from the rooftops like a goddamn rooster crowing at dawn.
The thought sent a rush of possessive pride through me, this woman, with her fiery spirit and untamed locks, would be the one I’d make mine in every way possible.
“Impressive, yeah?” I smirked, my confidence radiating.
“Don’t worry, it’ll fit, wildfire; your body was made for my cock.
” Her eyes flickered to mine, the heat between us intensifying.
“These piercings will rock your world, I promise.” My fingers lightly touched the ladder piercing under my thick shaft.
My arm stretched over to my nightstand, and I pulled out the box of condoms, the importance of the moment heightening my senses.
My heart raced, not just from desire but from the weight of what this moment meant.
The prospect of being with her, fully and completely, ignited a fire in my heart that I hadn’t anticipated.
She was more than a casual fling; she was my wildfire, consuming and exhilarating.
Rolling the condom over my length and each of the piercings, I took a moment to savor the keenness hanging thick in the air.
With each breath, I inhaled the electric tension between us, and the smell of sex.
Fuck, I need to bottle this up, make a fucking cologne out of it.
I locked my gaze on her, wanting to convey the depth of my feelings without saying a word.