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He only pulls back long enough to rip my tank top over my head. He unclasps my bra and flings it to the side too. Then, he makes quick work of my shorts and panties before his mouth is suddenly everywhere, all over me.

When he finally settles between my legs, he grins up at me wickedly. “An hour, kitten. I’ve got an hour to feast on this pretty pussy of yours.”

“Nick!” I cry out as soon as his lips touch me. He suckles my clit, his tongue swirly expertly over the bud. He alternates between swirling, flicking and laving his tongue over it. He goes maddeningly slow, and then he picks up the pace until I’m ready to explode, and then he backs off again.

I don’t know how long he keeps up his torture, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy only to ebb off again, but it feels like forever, so maybe he really does eat me out for an hour. I’m a sobbing, whining mess, babbling incoherently as I plead for relief before he finally gives me what I need.

“Come for me,” he orders before he sucks hard on my clit one last time, expertly swirling his tongue on my swollen, over-sensitized bud, and I shatter.

I fucking shatter.

White light pops behind my eyes as I scream out something that’s supposed to be his name. My entire body feels like it’s falling apart. The rush of pleasure is so intense it takes my breath away.

When I come back to my senses, Nick is holding himself on top of me, gazing down at me adoringly.

“There you are,” he whispers, stroking my face.

I can still feel my legs trembling as he lifts them up and wraps them around his waist.

“You’re so beautiful when you fall apart in my arms like that, baby. I want to watch you do that every night for the rest of our lives,” his voice is husky as he says it.

Warmth fills me at his words, and I want nothing more than the pretty picture he paints of a life with him. “I love you, Nick,” I whisper.

“I love you too, baby. Don’t you ever doubt it again,” he tells me as he pushes into me, holding my eyes the entire time as he fills me.

I feel him stretching me impossibly wide. While it doesn’t hurt as much as last time, it still burns as he fills me.

He never stops his progress, though, pushing steadily into me until he’s fully seated inside me.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans out when he finally bottoms out in me. His breathing is already heavier, and I love the way he looks, his muscles hard and bunched with the effort it takes him to hold back, his neck straining.

“Take me,” I tell him as I wrap my arms around his neck, giving myself to him completely.

“Fuck, Daisy, you’re mine, you know that?” he says as he begins to pump into me furiously.

“Yes!” I moan out as he hits this spot deep inside me that causes flutters to begin to take root low in my belly.

I arch up into him, seeking more, and he catches on quickly, keeping his hips angled so that he keeps hitting that spot over and over again inside me.

“You like that, kitten?” he rasps as he drags his cock in and out of me.

“Yes! Yes! Please don’t stop!” my nails are clawing at his back as he pummels that delicious spot inside me over and over again. I’m moaning louder with each thrust, and then I feel him swelling inside me.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” he cries out as he slams deep one last time. I scream as my world falls apart. I feel my pussy clenching around him violently, and then I feel his warm heat pulsing into me.

Without ever pulling out of me, he rolls onto his back, dragging me with him so that I’m laying on top of him.

He strokes my hair from my face until I can feel the long strands falling onto the small of my back as he covers my face with tiny kisses.

“Mine,” he whispers against my forehead.

“Yours,” I whisper against his chest.

Always.


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