The Pact (Winslow Brothers 2)

“Do you want this? Yes or no.”

“Yes.”

A long, purring moan rolls out of her mouth, and her eyes flash with both surprise and arousal.

I seal my lips to the skin of her neck and suck, the sweet perfume of her body making the tip of my nose tingle. It’s been several months since I’ve had sex, but it’s not been from lack of opportunity.

Truthfully, I’ve been bored—unexcited—and if there’s one thing about me that’s absolute, it’s that I don’t ever do anything with the intention of going through the motions. Sex without pleasure, words without meaning, friendship without life enrichment—it’s all frivolous. I don’t need pointless fucking, and I don’t need pointless people. Period.

That said, I don’t have to be in love either—quite the contrary. All I need is the thrill of a partner who’s willing to push the limits with me. Someone who’s interested in doing more than lying back and spreading their legs. Someone who’s open to being pleased and eager to please me in return.

And if there’s anything I’ve surmised about Daisy Diaz in the last four hours, it’s that she’s extremely eager to please.

Her knees rise up, skimming my sides and tucking into the flesh just above the bones of my hips. Her core gyrates toward me, and her tension increases. Her body bows with each breath, suggesting she’s all too eager to get my cock inside her dainty little cunt.

I push her knees wide again and sink down to the floor, and the direct view I get of her bare pussy is enough to make my cock jump inside my jeans. She smells sweet, and I can tell without even touching her that she’s making my counter wet.

“I’m going to tongue you so deep, I’ll remember the taste of you every time I eat in this kitchen.”

Her fingernails dig into the muscles of my shoulders through the thin material of my T-shirt, and my cock swells some more. If she got off on that, this is going to be good.

“Lie back,” I instruct, reaching up with a flat hand to press on the center of her chest. She acquiesces immediately, and the new position makes it that much easier to get her legs as wide as they’ll go and anchor her heels into the cool concrete counter.

Her breathing is heavy, her whole body shaking, but for the first time since I met her this afternoon, she’s quiet. And it’s not because she’s scared—I can tell by the glisten on my finger as I run it around the rim of her pussy—she’s excited.

I skim my finger over her clit, eliciting a moan and a jerk of her hips, and then suck the juice off the surface of her pussy. She tastes like a cherry popsicle on a hot summer day. Fuck.

Easing her open, I push one finger inside, and the squeeze of her around me is enough to make me sink my teeth into the flesh of my bottom lip. It’s a stretch, so I go gently, but adding a second finger to the first is as sweet as I imagine.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself and your tight little cunt into, Daisy. But I’m sure as hell about to show you.”

“Oh my God,” she breathes, her legs shaking so hard you’d think Vegas was experiencing an earthquake. I run my hands up the length of her thighs firmly, settling them in their place again.

My dick throbs in my pants, and I know I can’t wait any longer to taste her again without breaking in half from the anticipation. With steady hands, I hold open the spread of her legs and put my mouth to her pussy. It spasms against my lips, inciting a pointed flick of my tongue at the entrance before dipping it inside to really drink her in. She’s soft and supple and every bit of the woman I imagined she’d be when I first wrote her off.

She’s immaculate—tidy—and used to a certain amount of restraint. Her back bows, and she scratches her hands at the top of my head, desperate to find purchase in the dark locks of my hair, though. And I know it’s because the way I’m eating her—the messy, voracious strokes of my tongue—is better than anything she’s ever felt before.

I suck and stroke and lap at her patiently until I’ve drunk every drop of come her pretty little pussy has to offer and make it give me more. It spasms and quakes with her orgasm, and the sound of her howl echoes off the walls of my kitchen like a boomerang. She’s as slick as silk, and my cock is going to love the feel of her around me.

Standing softly, I unbuckle my belt and undo the button of my pants. She’s motionless, the only indication that she’s still with me, the heave of her returning breath.