Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... The determined thrusts of his tongue were flagrantly erotic. It was good. He was good. Oh, so good.

Those juicy lips of hers parted wider, either to object or sigh, as he brought the hand she’d put between them down, and behind her back. He held her neck firm and deepened his kiss. Aiden knew by the tremor that shook through her body, which was now pressed to his, that she was close to capitulating. She murmured a weak protest and he eased the pressure just a fraction.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded, not wanting her to abandon the passion sparked between them.

Daisy’s lids fluttered open at his plea for the kiss to continue as his tongue rolled over hers. She was startled to see streaks of dull color spread across his cheekbones. She shuddered with feminine triumph when he was reduced to moaning with hunger. Giving in to the delicious feel of him, she used her free hand to touch him as well.

To tempt her further and draw her away from the hold of that punk kid she clung to, Aiden devoured the last of her resistance. Heat coursed through his veins when he felt her soft moist lips continuing their sexy brush against his as she masterfully kissed him back. She was good at this. And he liked it. She responded to his kiss with an intensity that inflamed his lust and made his dick throb against his leg. She was so damn tasty. He had to draw away to fill his lungs with air. She drained him so. She blinked as if drugged, and he ravished her mouth before she could return to her ...

... senses. He released his grip to her wrist and let his hands roam. His hands on her body echoed his need to have her: so strong, so demanding. She whimpered when the force of him became too much. He needed to be between her pretty thighs. He let go a deep growl and bit her bottom lip in his excitement. Daisy shoved him back from her. Her hand touched her mouth, the sting evident to her bottom lip.

Aiden had lost control.

Daisy’s eyes were glittery pools of closely-held tears, and he knew she’d back out of the agreement. He saw it on her face. He feared the words would escape her mouth and confirm it.

“Wait. I’m sorry.” He took her hand quickly. “It got out of hand. I don’t know how it,” he panted.

“You hurt me,” she said, trying to wrench her hand free. Aiden grabbed her face and forced her to stay. He wanted to tell her how badly he wanted her to forgive him but couldn’t formulate the words.

“Daisy, you just… you do things to me… it got of hand. I never….” He kissed her bottom lip and she stiffened. She then soon relaxed as he peppered her lips with small kisses. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Keane. Just—” she turned her head from him. “Just let me go, please.”

“Daisy.”

She broke free of his hold, backing away from him. Her eyes were huge against her toffee-colored face. The vulnerable-little-girl-act was just all part of her charm, he told himself as he wiped the taste of her from his mouth. He hated his weakness for her. What the ...