Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... was hot, tight; her channel stretched and accommodated. Pete withdrew. He pulled her hips upward and forced her to her hands and knees on the mattress with her legs parted for him. She was so slick, so wet, so ready. His next thrust sent him ball-deep. Daisy rotated her ass, increasing the pleasure. Grunting, Pete kept going, hitting her spot with power thrusts. He drove his long member in and out without mercy. Her skin still had that tangy, fruity smell from those perfumed lotions. It made him want to sink his teeth into her shoulder. He leaned into her to twist her nipple.

Daisy moaned, but she gave him what he wanted. Complete submission. Working his cock in and out of her with purposeful thrusts, his buttocks clenched. Her pleasurable sighs and pants made it impossible to maintain control. He squeezed her breasts hard and she cried out, but he didn’t stop. Her channel grew tight around his plundering cock, so unbelievably warm and snug. Pete dug his toes into the carpet and grunted hard.

“Pete, no, wait. Don’t come yet. Please! Wait for me…”

Pete heard her. He wanted to satisfy her. But all the pent-up emotions, fear and insecurity, made his control slip. He fell over her on the mattress and beat his dick in and out of her until he jetted every drop. Her hair stuck to his sweaty face. He lifted himself away, spent.

“Oh, babe. I needed you.”

Pete didn’t respond. He kissed her shoulder and withdrew. He fell over to her side. He took the time to really take ...

... in their surroundings.

“You’re right, Daze. This place is nice. C’mere.” Pete smacked her ass playfully. He saw anger and disappointment in her eyes, but she came over to him willingly. His arm moved so she could fit against him. “Didn’t you tell me to drop the attitude?” he asked, silently relishing in the fact she felt what he did when she flirted in his face. “Drop yours, after the crap I had to put up with tonight.”

“Why does it always have to be your way, Pete? I love you, but damn. I get so sick of this. You need to grow the hell up.”

“What? Where you going?”

“To take a bath,” she tossed back at him. “The one you could have joined me in. Just scratch your balls and go to sleep. It’s what you do anyway.”

Pete threw his arm over his eyes and chuckled. Okay, he wanted to punish her and he did. He’d make it up to her later that night. The wine finally took hold. With his frustration fueling the need to escape, he welcomed sleep.

Chapter Seven

“Why are you here, Andy?” Aiden let his irritation show. “You’re only to come when summoned.”

“And you haven’t summoned me in weeks,” Andy noted. She strutted through his dark suite, following him to his bar. “I had Joss let me in. What’s the deal? I haven’t heard from you, Aiden. Did I do something wrong?”

Aiden lifted the crystal top of the decanter and poured his brandy. Andy’s hand landed gently on his back, then moved away uncertainly. He turned and looked down at her. For a few months, he’d screwed her ...