Dear Life(93)

“Deep breaths, Snowflake,” I say tensely, her pussy already squeezing the head of my cock.

Slowly, I move inside her, a wince with each press forward. “Are you okay?”

With her lips pressed tightly together, she nods. Yeah, she doesn’t seem okay. She needs to relax a little bit more, especially if I’m going to go any deeper.

Knowing how to get her to calm down, I press my lips against hers seductively, leisurely, opening my mouth and allowing my tongue to do most of the work, never letting her come up for breath. I get lost in her kiss, in the way she isn’t shy about matching the movements of my tongue. I could make out with this woman all day long. All night long. It’s so damn contradicting, knowing her innocent little smile belongs to these sinful lips. And fuck if I don’t feel like the luckiest bastard on earth right now. She’s mine.

Her tension eases, allowing me more access, my cock slipping farther into her. With one last push, wanting to get it over with, I enter her fully. A gasp pops out of her mouth followed by a wince. Her eyes water and I instantly regret my move.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“Yes.” She breathes heavily. “It hurt for a second. I just,” she pauses, “I feel so full.”

Damn if that doesn’t make me beam with pride.

“The best kind of full, Snowflake. I’m going to take this slow, okay?”

She nods. With all the fucking willpower in the world, I move my hips slowly in and out. It’s unbearable, she’s so damn tight, so fucking sexy, and I’m going to come much faster than I want.

“Oh my gosh, Carter,” she moans.

Yup, just that little moan has my balls tightening. Not fucking yet. Christ, man.

I stop moving my hips, my cock throbbing inside her, so I can kiss her some more, which seemed like a good idea until her tongue seeks out mine, tangling and mating like tomorrow’s the end of the world.

Fuck me.

Involuntarily, my hips start moving again, the pace slightly faster than before. Shit, I try to slow myself down, but my dick has taken over, my brain losing the battle of wills.

“Yes, this feels so good.”

Okay, I’ve got to kick her up to speed with me because in about twenty seconds, I will be coming so fucking hard.

I move my hand between us and start massaging that perfect little clit of hers, her orgasm from before providing lubrication.

“What? Oh my God!” Her upper body shoots up off the bed in surprise, only to fall back down. The pillow behind her covers her face, pleasure ripping through her as she screams, my finger doing most of the work, my cock going along for the ride. I know when she comes because her walls clench me so damn tight, I feel like I can’t move in and out of her anymore.

That’s it. My balls leap up inside me, pure euphoria races through me, causing all limbs to go numb, my sole focus on the pleasure ripping through my cock.

Blackness encompasses me, the silent moans of Daisy barely registering as I continue to pump over and over again, coming so damn hard I think my dick is going to break off. I don’t moan or scream or really say anything vocal during sex, but with Daisy, I find her name rolling off my tongue as if it’s the most natural thing.

Still connected, I press my bare chest against hers and cup her face, concerned that in my moment of obscurity, I lost control and hurt her.

“Are you okay?” I kiss her nose, really hoping I didn’t hurt her.

Her heady, lustful smile stretches across her beautiful face. “I’m perfect.”

“You sure?”

She nods, easing my heart. And then she says, “Um, can we do that tongue thing again?” Her face burns red. So endearing.

I chuckle and kiss her again, my thumbs rubbing her cheeks. “We can do that tongue thing anytime you want. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head, her eyes bright, waiting for an answer.

“Because, you taste like sweet honey, Snowflake, and I’m fucking addicted.” So. Fucking. Addicted.





HOLLYN


Shots were not a good idea.

Thankfully I didn’t do them, but Amanda, yikes! It took me an hour to get her up to her bedroom and changed, only to have her puke on her clothes. I changed her again, gave her lots of water, made her pee, and then tucked her in bed.

The only reason I feel comfortable leaving her alone right now and going back to my place is because we ran into her friend Lindsay at the bar who joined us in celebration. The plan was for Daisy to stay with her, but that idea was nixed when Carter swept in out of nowhere and stole her away. Amanda is a hopeless romantic like Daisy, so she didn’t care. I also think Amanda had no idea what was going on, because when we were at the bar she kept talking about how Daisy was in the bathroom for so long and maybe we should check on her intestines. Somehow she got in her head that Daisy was having some intestinal issue. I let it ride. I was too tired to correct her.

Either way, I’m dragging my dead body up the stairs of my apartment, digging through my purse for my keys.

“Hey.”

“Jesus.” I jump from the sound of a familiar male voice. Gripping my heart, I take in Jace, who’s sitting on the steps in front of my apartment. “What are you doing here?”

Not saying a word, he stands and pulls me up to the landing where he cups the back of my neck and pulls me in for a searing, mind-blowing kiss, a kiss so powerful, I drop the keys from my hand and mold my body into his.