The Pact (Winslow Brothers 2)

I hum. “Mm-hm. Sounds like New York.”

She laughs then, finally finishing with her lotion and heading toward the bed with slightly wild eyes. “It does, doesn’t it? Pretty clichéd if you ask me, but I’ll take what I can get. I mean, I’m so appreciative of everything you’re doing, and I’d never dream of suggesting that this isn’t the nicest opportunity anyone’s ever given me. You don’t owe me sympathy, you know? You’ve done a great job of welcoming me. Better than I expected, to be honest, and I just want you to know that—”

“Daisy,” I interrupt, forcing her to take a breath. Any more words per second and I’m pretty sure she’s going to spin off into the atmosphere like a cartoon rocket.

“Yes?”

“What’s really going on here?”

“What do you mean?”

I raise my eyebrows and reach out to run a hand across her sheer panty-covered hip with one hand and tweak the peak of her very obvious nipple through the material of her top with the other. “Is this for me?”

“Is what for—”

“Daisy,” I call, stopping her evasion before it starts.

“It’s for you. I just…well, we haven’t had sex since the night I got here, and I thought maybe—”

“I like it.”

“You do?”

“Hard not to like anything that shows this much of your body, babe.”

Her cheeks flush under the attention, but her nipples also harden noticeably. She likes when I’m direct, even if it embarrasses her at the same time.

“You want me to fuck you?”

She nods jerkily. “Yes.”

“Okay,” I agree easily, tossing my book onto my nightstand, grabbing her by the hips, and depositing her in the bed with a roll to put her beneath me. I palm her breast in my hand and suck her nipple into my mouth through the cotton of her tank top, and her head flies back immediately. I stop then, waiting for the haze to clear and her confused eyes to come back to mine. “The clothes are great, Dais, but if you ever want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask.”

“Flynn.”

“It’s not a chore. And it’s not an obligation. Fucking you is fun,” I disclose with a smile.

“It is?”

I scoot down suddenly, shoving the hem of her top up to expose the bare skin of her breasts and grin even bigger. “Oh yeah. In fact, I think I’m gonna fuck your tits tonight.”

She looks almost disappointed, and I can’t help it then. I laugh.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck your perfect little cunt too.”

Up and down, her chest heaves with the intensity of her excitement. I climb off her and the bed, shuck my boxer briefs to the floor and climb back astride her, my hard, angry cock bobbing above its waiting home between her breasts.

I thumb both nipples until she moans, and then I slip my dick between her lips to moisten it. She sucks ravenously, eager to get in as many licks as I’ll let her before taking it back again.

Damn, she never disappoints.

“I see your mouth knows how to do a lot more than talk.”

She hums around my girth and doubles her efforts under the praise. I pull back when a tingle in my spine threatens with my climax and scoot back down her body to position myself, ordering, “Wrap your tits around my cock.”

She complies, grabbing a handful of breast in each hand and closing them around the slick length of my dick. The resulting picture is fucking amazing.

“Fuck, every part of you looks good wrapped around me.”

Slow and steady, I start up a stroke between the flesh of her breasts while she plays with her nipples, her tongue spiking out to lick at her desperate lips.

“You want my cock back in your mouth, don’t you, dirty girl?”

“Yes,” she agrees with a cry, her beautiful, heavy tits bouncing with my every thrust.

“You wanna suck the come right out of me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes through a nod, frantic.

Fuck yeah, I want that too. I want to coat the back of her throat with my come and watch her swallow it, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend myself in her throat when she went to this much effort to get me between her legs.

“Next time, baby.”

“No, Flynn, now,” she complains, and I shake my head.

“No. Right now, I’m going to fuck you with your ass in the air so I can spank the self-doubt right out of you.”

“Flynn.”

“You want sex, Daisy, you ask me for it, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

The way the word sir rolls off her tongue has the power to push my mind to dirty fucking things—things she’s not ready for now but will be one day soon if I have anything to do with it.

“Good,” I whisper, leaning forward to take her mouth with mine in a deep kiss. She moans into my mouth, which only enhances her gasp when I grab her by the hips, flip her over, and rip her sweet little sheer panties right off her body. “Now, get your ass up.”