She lifts her tank top up and begins to play with her tits. And that’s it for me.
I slide my fingers between her cheeks, play with her pussy until she’s super wet, and then I just slide right in.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans. “Yes. Oh, fuck yes.”
I lean into her, pushing my dick deep inside her as my mouth drops down to her neck. I push her hair aside and nip at the skin just above her shoulder. She hisses, but doesn’t complain, so I do it again and begin to slowly fuck her.
This slowness doesn’t last. She is eager, pushing her ass backwards against me each time I pull out. I wrap her hair around my hand and pull her head back just enough to expose her throat.
She moans again. And when I wrap my palm around the side of her neck, she actually gushes on my cock.
Sweet, sweet Daisy likes it a little rough.
I fucking love that about her.
It was a complete surprise that first time and it’s still a complete surprise now.
I lean into her, whispering dirty things into her ear. “You like it dirty, don’t you? Tell me you like it, Daisy. Tell me now.”
“I like your cock,” she says.
And I fucking die. These words from that pouty little mouth. “Say it again.”
“Your thick, hard fucking cock.”
My hand slides down her throat, over her breast, pauses to pinch her nipple, continues over her ribcage, and then finally slips right between her legs.
Her legs tremble when my fingers find her clit and then her knees buckle, and I have to lean into her, pressing harder against the tree.
“You like that too, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she hisses. No encouragement from me needed this time.
I start strumming her and she almost collapses. Her breaths are coming out in pants. Long, loud, heavy… hot. I bite her earlobe and she moans so loud, there’s a flutter of wings as birds take flight from another tree.
“Go ahead,” I encourage her. “You can let go now. We can do it again later. I promise to fuck you again later—”
And then she does let go. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” streams out of her mouth as she wriggles and bucks, and almost falls down. I hold her up, letting her take her time. Then I pull out, spin her around, push her to her knees and then she whips her shirt over her head, unfastens her bra, and cups her tits in her hands as she stares up at me with low, lazy eyes.
I come on her. And she rubs her hands all over it.
This is most definitely the moment when I fall in lust with my daughter’s mother.
I fall to my knees when I’m done, then take my shirt off and clean her up. She’s leaning against the tree with her eyes closed, her pants still halfway down her legs.
And I want to fuck her all over again.
So I do.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - DAISY
Vic tugs on my jeans, whipping them down my legs. I’m content, but not satiated, so I’m totally up for another round. He takes my hand, pulls me to my feet, then he sits down where I was and places me on his lap.
I straddle him, edging my pussy right up to his still-hard cock, and then I tease him. I rock my hips back and forth, sliding my hands up and down his shaft. He watches me, his eyes downcast as I jerk him off.
“You can’t get enough of me, can you,” he teases back.
The truth is, and I will never admit this out loud, Vic is the last man I was with. I haven’t had sex since that first time with him seven years ago. It’s been toys and fingertips ever since. So if he wants to fuck all night out here under these trees, I’m totally gonna let him.
When I don’t say anything back, he answers his own question. “It’s me, Daisy. It’s me who can’t get enough of you.”
I lean down, my long, blonde hair caressing his chest, and I kiss him on the lips. His perfect lips. And when he kisses me back, I feel like I just met my soulmate.
I lift my hips up, fist his cock and squeeze it hard until he moans with pleasure, then position it right up against my opening and sit down.
“Fuck.” He grabs my hair with both hands, wrapping it tight in his fists, forcing me to arch my back and push my tits into his face.
I grind on him. And this time, we fuck slowly. Back and forth, dragging out each motion. Stretching it all out and making each moment last twice as long. I hold his beautiful scruffy face in my hands and we kiss like long-lost lovers. Our hips in perfect alignment. Our hearts beating against one another. Our breathing heavy and slow.