29. Vandal
VANDAL
Islip my hand around Daisy’s waist and hold her up. Because the moment she comes so fucking perfectly on my finger that I’m fit to come in my jeans, she loses all control as her knees buckle.
With club girls, I’ve been somewhat indifferent to their enjoyment. I mean, I’m a gentleman, and unlike some bikers, I think sex is better if both parties benefit. But compared to this, it was just a transaction.
Meanwhile, Daisy in her practical white panties, almost takes me down to my knees with her.
Because I want this vulnerability and this openness with her for the rest of my life. I want to make love to her and fuck her in equal measure.
“You still want more, Daze?” I ask as she sucks in air and whimpers while I continue to stroke her gently. “Because I’m feeling pretty violent.”
I feel her entire body sigh. “Take me however you want.”
I think about her ass, the way it looked when she’d shimmied out of those shorts.
Slipping a hand between us, I snap her bra open and let it slide down her arms. Once it’s gone, I squeeze both her breasts in my hands.
My view over her shoulder is spectacular.
Her nipples, a deep dusky pink, are so hard they poke out between my fingers.
I wish I could hold them like this and impossibly fuck her between them at the same time, because I’d love the view of my cock rising between them from this angle.
I lead her to the edge of the bed and push her to her knees facing me. It takes a second to ditch all my clothes so I’m naked in front of her.
“Suck it, Daze,” I say. “I want to know if you can think of anything else while my cock is choking you out.”
Her eyes go wide with a heady mix of arousal and fear.
I cup her chin, more gently than I feel right now. “Pinch my thigh if you need to stop, because you won’t be able to tell me.”
She nods once, then reaches for me with a solid grip. There’s a height dynamic that doesn’t quite work. She has to strain upwards on her knees and also angle my cock toward her.
It probably makes me a little sick, but I love how I outsize her in every way. Every conceivable thought drifts away when she tentatively runs her tongue along my cock.
It’s big and thick, the head darker in color because of all the blood that’s left every other part of my body rushing to it. There’s a fat vein on the underside, and that’s the path Daisy follows.
And suddenly I realize why I had to hold her up earlier, because my knees shake a little too.
She opens her mouth wide, and I wish my focus was a little clearer so I could see all this in fucking Technicolor.
But there’s no mistaking the perfection of the wet warmth as she takes the first inch of me into her mouth. The way her mouth stretches around the width.
I suck in a breath and look away for a minute so I don’t come too soon.
I think about the work I’m gonna have to do to make access to the pool safer so Elsie doesn’t go in without permission.
And I make a mental list of all the clothes I wanna buy my girls.
And also remember what they told me in Maren’s apartment.
How Daisy wants a proper barista-style coffee maker and Elsie wants an ice cream maker.
Anything to take my mind off the amazing feeling of a woman I love…
Love.
Love.
Jesus, I’m really not helping myself right now.
Not sure I know how to violate the woman I love, but I really look forward to figuring it out.
Daisy takes more of me inside her as saliva coats my cock. She works the length she can’t fit with her hand. Thankfully, her grip alone isn’t enough to make me come right now…which, for both our sakes, is a good thing.
“Like this?” she says, letting me slip from her mouth. And I realize I’ve been all up in my own head and shirking on the violation.
“Take me as far as you can,” I encourage. “Wanna see you choke a little, wanna see tears roll down those cheeks for me.”
She takes a breath, like it’s something she needs to gear up for. Then slides me back into her mouth. Every stroke, she takes me a little deeper. I place my hand on her throat so I can feel it work and struggle as she tries to swallow.
Soon enough, she begins to splutter. But she doesn’t give up.
“Just like that, Daze,” I say, the words rough. “Fuck, yeah. I knew you could take it for me.”
Her eyes stay on me, mine on hers. And while a piece of me just wants to fuck her throat, I feel the early warning of an orgasm and pull myself out of her mouth and hand.
Without missing a beat, I pick her up, hands beneath her ass, and kiss her while she tries to catch her breath.
But I don’t let her.
Not yet. I want that intensity to last a little longer for her, but I can’t bring myself to choke her.
“Vandal,” she says, finally, pushing herself away from me so she can breathe.
“Violating enough?”
She smiles at that, cups my cheeks, and kisses me hard. “Not yet.”
I put her back down on the floor, turn her so she’s facing the bed, and push her to her knees. I take hold of her wrists and stretch them out ahead of her over the bed, forcing her to place her head down on the mattress.
“Keep them there,” I say as I run a finger down her spine.
I put on a condom and kneel down behind her, but before I slip into her, I massage her ass.
Kneading and squeezing. Pulling her cheeks apart so I can see her asshole and pussy.
I’m rough, my fingers leaving red prints on her cheeks.
She’s too low, and it’s a struggle to bend enough to lick her like I want to.
Quickly, I grab two pillows from the bed and rearrange her so she’s kneeling on them. And it’s enough additional height for me to manage to lick her from pussy to ass.
Daisy jumps, but the gasp that accompanies it is one of pleasure, not fear. Never really explored rimming all that much, but with Daisy, I’d get off on it.
Her pussy is soaked from what we did earlier, and that makes it easier to edge my cock inside her.
Her pussy is as tight as her mouth. Tighter maybe.
And there’s something hot about forcing myself into her with her full consent.
“Oh, God,” she says.
I reach over and grab her wrists in one hand. The other I twist in a handful of soft curls. I tug her head backward so she’s straining.
“I’m gonna take you like this. And it’s gonna be rough. And you’re gonna take it because you’re my sweet little thing who asked me so nicely to violate her.”
“I am,” she says.
I pull out, then thrust back in hard. I only gain an extra two inches. Both of us groan.
I tug on her hair as I repeat the action. Every time, I get deeper. Every time we grunt or groan.
It’s hard to subdue the sounds. But Elsie is asleep across the hall.
Patience has never been my strength, and I have even less of it now, as Daisy tries to fight against the grip I have of her wrists.
“One day,” I say, “I’m gonna fuck your pussy while my finger fucks your ass, and you’re gonna feel so full, you might lose control of everything. Would be so fucking hot for you to not be able to hold your bladder.”
I feel her pussy clench around me. I’m gonna add watersports to the list of things I want to try with my secretly dirty little girl.
“What if I said I wanted that now?”
The need to force myself into her grows too overwhelming. “This gets too much, you say red. We’ll figure out your new safe word later. But I need you to know how to stop me.”
She nods.
“I need you to say it so I know you understand, Daze. And hurry, because I’m not feeling patient.”
“Red,” she says, her throat raw. “I should say red if I need you to stop.”
“Well done, Daze. Fuck, I want to ruin your pussy.”
The world fades to nothing as I hammer into her. I hear her grunt as she smacks up against the mattress. I let go of her hands, her hair, and grip ahold of her hips. My fingers dig into her.
With all the respect I can muster, I watch the way her pussy lips stretch thin around my cock, leaving trails of thick white cream.
“Beg me to spank your ass, Daisy.” The words are so rough and low.
Her pussy clenches around me. “Please, Gideon.”
My palm hits her square on the round of her cheek.
“Oh, God,” she gasps.
I lean forward and place my lips next to her ear. “It’s Gideon. Or Vandal. No other men in this bed.”
Roughly, I grip her ass, before spanking her again, and Daisy buries her face into the mattress to moan.
I dip my thumb into her wetness and run it up over her asshole. It’s not enough, so I spit on her, which feels degrading and yet is one of the hottest things I’ve ever done with her.
In contrast to my thrusts, I press my thumb inside her comfortably.
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “It’s too much.”
“I said use my name.” But this time when I spank her, I feel a rush of water between our legs, and—
“Fuck, Daze, are you a squirter?” I ask as she cries out and shudders.
“Sometimes,” she says, but the tone is one of embarrassment.
I stop thrusting for a second. “Don’t be embarrassed. You know how hot that is? One day, we’re gonna play a game where we sit out on the deck, and every hour on the hour, I’m gonna make you come until you squirt.”
Her pussy clenches around me again, and this time I’m gone.
My head is filled with the thought of how Daisy’s body responds to mine.
Visions of her on the chair out on the deck, her heels perched on either side of her, wide open to me with a bare pussy, while I work her over with my fingers, mouth, and cock.
Knew there was a reason I put in the outdoor shower.
My cock throbs and aches at the thought of it.
I return my thumb to her asshole and can feel the movement of my cock.
“One more, Daze,” I command. “I wanna feel you come on me, squirt on me again. It’s so fucking hot.”
I slip a hand between her and the mattress to reach her clit. I’m not gentle. I slap it, tug on it, and rub hard circles over it. Her hips thrust such that she grinds against me.
Desperation is a cloak we both wear, one we’re aching to escape.
“Ah, fuck, Daze. Please. Don’t make me wait.”
My orgasm is already hammering its way along my spine.
“Oh, Van,” Daisy whispers on a sob as she starts to shake. And then I feel it. The way she clenches me. The wet warmth running between us.
I can’t hold back any longer, and I have to weld my mouth shut to not let out an explosive bark when I come.
Wave after wave of breathtaking pleasure and release.
I fall forward over Daisy, lost in the scent of her shampoo, and the warmth of her back, and the taste of sweat on her skin as I kiss her shoulder.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I grunt, slowing my thrusts while I ride out the aftershocks, shuddering as I do so.
Daisy gasps for breath, and I realize I’m squashing her, so I take my weight on my arms.
“You okay?” I ask.
When Daisy turns her head to face mine, she’s a mess. Tears trail down her face. But she smiles. “I want to do it again.”