Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... hand and grabbed at her breast. He pulled her upright. Seated and wheezing, he dragged her down the bed, until he was on his knees at the foot of the bed. The sheet tangled around her waist, covering his face as he buried it deep into her delta. Daisy hitched her leg up between his shoulder blades. She pressed down on the top of his head. Tossing her long tangles from her face, she rocked against his feasting and felt the coil of ecstasy unwind in her core, until a burst of a million sensations exploded from her channel. She screamed through the best orgasm of her life and fell back on the bed, writhing in bliss.

Aiden tore the sheet away and got inside of her before she knew what was happening. Her pussy was still convulsing over the last episode. But he was warm and thick, and she struggled to recall if he wore a condom. Was he bare? She opened her mouth to object and his tongue, salty with the forbidden taste of her, tunneled deep instead. He fucked her at the side of the bed until she was listless and reduced to nothing but a quivering ball of emotions. Satisfied, he withdrew. He picked her up and placed her on the sheets wet with their sex and covered her. She curled up into a ball and he came up behind her. He surprised her by holding her.

“Daisy, sweet Daisy.” He gave a dark chuckle. “Do you feel different now?”

Daisy’s eyes closed. She felt his kisses to her back.

“Rest, beautiful. I’m not done with you yet.”

Chapter Seventeen

Daisy head dropped ...

... to the left, then the right. The sway of the boat moved through her like the waves that lapped at the hull. No longer asleep, she felt the constant motion amplify. Daisy’s eyes parted. Focus was slow to come. But the familiar aches of Aiden Keane remained, taunting her, reminding her of all she’d done. The things she’d allowed him to do were on instant replay in her head. She dropped her lids again, so tired, but her mind refused her any peace. How long had she been asleep? An hour? Less? All she knew was each time she managed to slip into numbness he woke her and…

Groaning, she rolled in the sheets.

He was gone.

Daisy blinked, more than surprised. Was it time for them to head back? Maybe she’d overslept. Shivering, she sat up in the dimly lit room. Her eyes did a complete sweep of it before landing on the mirror. She stared at her reflection. A woman she didn’t recognize––a temptress with disheveled golden-streaked hair, mascara-ringed eyes, and cherry-stained lips swollen from him biting and sucking hard on them during deep, soul-drenching kisses. The eyes of the woman staring back at her were glazed and heavy-lidded. She didn’t see desire, or the passion he drove through her reflected in them. No. Desire was rapidly draining. The woman staring back at her looked convicted, condemned and without a soul.

“Daisy, sweet Daisy….” He’d chuckled. “Do you feel different now?”

Daisy put her hands to her face and blew out deep breaths, huffing and puffing through the ...