Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
I nod. “Firmly.”
One hundred percent.
“But it’s only in the gutter for you, babe.” I pull her so she steps between my legs. “I only have eyes for your tits.”
Daisy laughs, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair. I’d brushed it tonight—actually took the time to style it—trimming around my ears so it wasn’t a mess.
Seems she likes it this way, though, the way she’s looking down at me, all doe-eyed and shit.
“Why, Daisy Bennett, are you trying to seduce me?” ’Cause I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on here, and I approve.
I fucking approve.
“I don’t know. Am I?”
“You know better than to answer a question with a question.”
She laughs. “I don’t know. Do I?”
My hands roam up her bare thighs, then up her rib cage, my lips planting a kiss on her collarbone. I’m eye level to her neck and cleavage, her perky tits flirting with me.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were teasing me.”
The door is still open, but I’m close enough that I can kick it closed with the toe of my shoe.
It slams.
“I wouldn’t tease you because I wouldn’t like it if you teased me.”
I trail a finger over her skin, gently dragging it up the valley between her boobs.
“You wouldn’t?”
Her head slowly shakes back and forth.
No.
“Babe, sometimes it’s nice being teased.”
She’s still playing with my hair. “Says who?”
Says me.
I want my hands to wander all over her body but keep them firmly above board, not wanting to make a wrong turn and piss her off; she’s driving this bus, and I have no wish for it to stop. One wrong move and she’ll have me on another sex ban for another five dates and by then my dick would be in jeopardy of shriveling up and falling off.
If you don’t use it, you lose it.
Daisy presses her body into mine; presses her hands against my chest and pushes. “Lie down,” she tells me in a bossy tone. I decide then and there that I love that more than the sassy tone.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I like it when you call me ma’am,” she whispers. “Makes me feel kind of naughty.” She pauses. “Is that weird?”
“No, ma’am.” I smack her ass for good measure, punctuating the mood. The contact of my palm and her butt echoes in the room.
“Next, you’ll be callin’ me Daddy.” I groan with a laugh. “Ma’am and Daddy.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. That is the literal worst combination.”
“I’m sure I could think of way worse ones.” I continue stroking her backside, my palms skimming up and down her bare ass, finger hooking inside the ass of her thong, tugging it away from her flesh in an attempt to tease her some more and make her wet.
Drive her a little crazy.
“I had a good time tonight,” she finally says after a few minutes of letting me play with her backside. “Thank you for dinner. It was real romantic.”
She thought it was romantic getting face fucked in the bathroom Cool.
“I’m glad you thought so. And you’re welcome.” For the orgasm and for the food.
“What should we do on our next date?”
“Whatever your little heart desires.”
I mean that shit, too, from the bottom of my black heart. I think I’m gonna like spoiling her—I have no idea how that works or how to spoil someone, but I can probably figure it out.
How hard can it be to have a girlfriend?
All you have to do is give her food, give her attention, have sex with her when she wants to have sex, talk to her. If my idiot brothers can manage to keep their girlfriends happy, so can I. And I’m way smarter than they are so I got this in the bag.
“It’s that easy, huh?”
“Yup.”
Daisy tilts her head at me. Climbing on the bed, she hovers above me with her braid falling over one shoulder, the ends of it tickling me in the face.
She leans down, kissing me full on the mouth.
My hands go to her ass—like it’s a pull from a magnet. My hands, her ass—I cannot keep them off her.
She wants to be in charge now, I can see it in her eyes. I wouldn’t let her suck my dick at the restaurant, but if she wanted to now, I wouldn’t object. I’d be a fucking moron if I did that, and the last time I checked, I wasn’t a fucking moron.
My hands caress her thighs under the skirt of her dress as she kneels above me, sitting on my pelvis, looking down at me as if deciding what she wants to do with me.
“Whatever your heart desires,” I whisper, sounding like a cheese ball but not really caring. No one can hear me but her, and judging by the starry-eyed look in her eyes, that was the right thing to say.
“Take off your shirt,” she commands.