CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Jack
I woke up with Daisy entangled in my arms, her soft to my hard, the perfect complement to each other.
I stared at her while she slept cuddled up to me.
She was so beautiful. Her hair, mussed from sex, was wild and spread out behind her on her pillow.
Her lips, still plump from my rough kisses, looked inviting, parted just a little and rosy pink.
And her body. My God, it felt amazing to wake up with her tits pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped with mine.
The covers were pulled low, and I could see almost all of her back.
In fact, the sheets stopped right above her ass.
I used my feet to work them down a bit without waking her.
The globes of that perfect ass were soon uncovered, and I almost moaned with how much I wanted her.
But I didn’t want to wake her yet. It would be nice to lay here with her for just a little while.
I’d fucked a lot of women. But I’d never slept with one.
Not once had I allowed a woman to spend the entire night with me.
When I was finished fucking her, I called her an Uber and sent her on her way.
Then I’d left the condo in Salazar Heights and taken the elevator and a walkway over to Salazar Towers, where my penthouse was.
Grandma had told me a few times I should send flowers to my ‘dates’ as she called them.
But I didn’t do it. Flowers seemed so… hopeful.
Like there would be something more coming from me.
Plus, what the hell did I say in the card?
‘Thanks for the fuck, it was nice knowing you?’ I was bad at small talk, but even I knew that was insulting.
So, I’d done nothing.
But this woman. She was different. I gently brushed an errant strand of hair from her face. I bent down to kiss those barely parted lips.
“Mmm,” she hummed, smiling a little. Her eyes flicked open, and I was startled all over again by just how green they were.
“Morning, beautiful,” I said softly.
She blinked a little, as if surprised to see me, then smiled. “Good morning.” She sat up and stretched, forgetting that she was naked. My eyes locked on her breasts.
I reached for her and she came willingly, her body warm and compliant. I tucked her in front of me, her back to my chest, and pulled one of her legs over my hip. I wanted to thrust into her, but I was afraid she might not be ready.
I dipped my hand down to her and ran my fingertips along her folds. She sighed, arching back into me and opening her legs wider, providing me with easy access.
“You like that, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She stretched again and put her arm behind my head, bringing my face in closer to hers. I laid my head beside her neck and sucked on her pulse point while I played with her clit.
“Oh God,” she moaned pushing her ass back against me, rubbing against my very hard cock in the process.
I dipped my fingers inside her and smiled.
“Did you have naughty dreams, Daisy?”
She giggled a little. “Maybe.”
“Were they about me?” I pushed three fingers inside her, making her struggle just a bit to take me.
“Yes,” she sighed as she moved her hips back and forth, riding my hand.
“Good.” I removed my fingers, bringing them back to play with her clit, rubbing circles around it at the same time I thrust deep inside her.
She screamed out, and this time I only heard pleasure in her voice. She was adjusting to my size. That was good. I liked to fuck all kinds of ways, but I really loved to go hard. And I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Does that feel good?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“God, yes!” she cried out, as I grabbed her hips and pumped inside her hard, the angle good for plundering deep inside her.
“Can I go harder?” I was aching to unleash on her, to really let loose.
“Yes,” she gasped out.
I closed my eyes, telling myself to go easy. “Turn around and grab the headboard.”
She did, looking back over her shoulder at me questioningly.
I grabbed her ass, pulled her back towards me, and slammed home.
She cried out, but I was lost in the pleasure of how she felt, her warm velvety cunt wrapped around my cock was pure heaven.
I held her tight, not caring if I left bruises as I put one foot on the floor for leverage and really started fucking her, hard and deep.
“Jesus,” she cried out, taking my full length over and over again. “You’re so… big,” she gasped out.
“But I fit in you, my perfect girl,” I said, watching my dick disappear inside her, watching her take me.
My eyes rolled back it felt so good to be inside her.
I thrust and thrust until her cries got louder, wilder, more desperate.
I knew she was going to come soon. I went harder, as hard as I dared, while I reached around and pinched her clit in quick pulses.
She screamed and came almost instantly, her walls squeezing around me and pushing me over the edge. I yelled out my passion, and I came hard, all the anxiety and frustration over what to do, how to get to her over the past few weeks, vanishing as I claimed what was mine.
I collapsed over her back, making sure my hands came down quickly enough to keep me from crushing her. Then I rolled her into my arms, and we lay there, shaking and exhausted in each other’s arms.
***
I didn’t intend to, but I fell back asleep snuggled against her. She was so comfortable. When I woke up again, it seemed like a couple of hours must have passed. She was gone. I frowned and rolled out of bed in search of her, pulling on some underwear before leaving the bedroom.
I didn’t have to look long. I heard her singing and smelled delicious food.
I rubbed my chest as I walked towards the kitchen.
I leaned against the wall for a bit just to watch her.
She was wearing an overly large T-shirt, singing along with whatever was playing on her earbuds, and doing a little dance as she flipped pancakes on a griddle in the middle of the state-of-the-art stovetop.
She turned around and saw me right as she flipped a pancake. I startled her, and she almost dropped the pancake. She caught it at the last minute and managed to get it back on the griddle. “You scared me,” she laughed, pulling out her earbuds.
“You cook?”
“What?”
“You cook, too?”
A bemused look crossed her face. “Sure, I cook. What do you mean ‘too’?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s just… you look like you do, you’re a talented dancer, you’re smart. You’re the total package.” She blushed under my scrutiny. “And you’re kind. That might be the best thing.”
She grinned at me.
“Besides your tits and your ass.” I was only half joking.
She snorted. “Oh my God.” She waved me off and started plating up some pancakes. “Go ahead and have a seat,” she nodded her head in the direction of the dining table.
I looked down at my bare chest. “Maybe I should put on a shirt?”
“Don’t do that on my account,” she said, staring at my body.
I walked to her and pulled her in for a backwards hug as I reached around her and grabbed a piece of fruit she’d cut up for a fruit salad.
I popped it in my mouth. “If you look at me like that, we’ll never eat this amazing breakfast.” I planted a quick kiss on her neck, sucking a little before letting go, and hurried to grab a shirt before meeting her back at the table.
“I hope you like pancakes,” she said.
“Who doesn’t?” I had already speared a stack of three to put on my plate and was reaching for some gourmet blueberry syrup from Maine to put on it.
“Well, I make a whole grain batter, and I used fresh blueberries, so they’re healthier than a diner version.”
I stared at her, fork halfway to my mouth, syrup dripping off it and onto my plate. “Where’d you learn to cook?”
She blinked. “Oh. Um…” she looked around, her gaze finally settling out the window where there was a view of the bay far down below.
“I’m the oldest of six. I have five younger sisters.
” She glanced my way. “My mom had some troubles staying on top of things like cooking and cleaning from time to time, so I pitched in.”
I nodded, acting as if I didn’t know some of what she was telling me already.
I enjoyed how comfortable I felt around her.
I was less awkward with her than I was with others.
Like I already knew her on a deeper level.
I could tell she was uncomfortable talking about her mother, so I didn’t focus on the most important part of what she’d told me—that she’d helped raise her sisters.
Instead, I tried to keep things light for now.
I wanted to know everything about her, but I didn’t want to rush things. “Six daughters? That’s crazy.”
She laughed, breaking the awkward moment. “It really is. You wouldn’t believe how loud and chaotic it gets when we’re all together.”
I smiled. “I have three siblings and that can get pretty wild. I can’t imagine if there were six of us.”
“That sounds nice. Are your parents as nice as your grandma?”
“I don’t know if I’d call Grandma ‘nice,’ really. She’s amazing and brilliant and wonderful… but nice?” I shook my head. “I think she’d hate that description. She’d say it’s too simple.”
“She seems really nice to me, but I get what you’re saying. I guess I’m just wondering if you’re as close to your parents as you are to your grandma.
I thought about it for a minute, as I worked on another bite of pancakes. “Yes. I mean, we’re a close family. Grandma is my favorite person, but I’m pretty close to all of my family. And Tallon.”
“Yeah, tell me about him. How long have y’all been friends?”
So, I told her all about my early years and how Tallon and I had been put into a special program for highly gifted children. That we’d both skipped some grades and gone to college early. How we’d bonded over not fitting in anywhere but with each other, and a couple of other friends in the program.
“It sounds kind of lonely.”
I nodded. “I guess. I don’t really like people that much, though, so it was okay.”