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I freeze, resisting only out of shock at how fast things are spinning out of control.
"Let me see you, Daisy." Dominic’s voice is low and husky. "Don't be shy. Show me your wet little pussy."
His words make me squirm, and I open my legs wider, gasping as the cool air hits my throbbing, hot core.
Dominic lets out a guttural groan, his thumb finding my clit, the sharp, wonderful sensation making me jump. "Look how swollen and pink you are, Daisy. This little pussy is dripping. Are you desperate for me, little one?"
I'm panting and squirming, and Dominic is still fully dressed. His thumb swirls around my clit, teasing me, and then he's leaning in and replacing his finger with his tongue, licking me from slit to clit and making me cry out.
There’s no build-up. No questions. Just Dominic responding to what my body is telling him, and right now, it’s begging for his mouth and tongue. My fingers tangle in his hair as I arch forward, chanting internally, more, more, more.
"You're so innocent, Daisy," he mumbles the words against me, sucking at my folds and licking through them, his tongue teasing at my entrance before sliding back up to my sensitive nub. "It makes me want to ruin you. It makes me want to lock you in my house and fuck you every day until you forget there's even a world outside my door."
"Please," I whimper, not caring what he's saying anymore, only knowing that it feels amazing. I push forward, trying to get closer to his wicked mouth, and he laughs, the sound a warm vibration against me.
"Patience, sweet thing. I'm going to make this so good for you."
The sensation is overwhelming, and he's making sloppy sounds as he sucks and licks and teases me, my arousal coating his face as I writhe and moan. He's relentless, not letting up for a second, his tongue swirling and lapping and stroking until I'm shaking and crying out.
"Dominic. Dom. Oh God. Oh, please."
"Daddy," he corrects, the word surprising even my lust-addled mind. "Call me Daddy."
"Oh fuck," I moan, the idea somehow hotter than anything else he's said or done. "Daddy, please."
"Come for me, Daisy," Dominic growls, his beard scraping the inside of my thighs. "Come for Daddy."
It's filthy and perfect, and I can't stop my orgasm if I try. It surges through me, white-hot and all-consuming, and Dominic chuckles against me, stroking my thighs as I fall back on the table with a moan. All of my muscles seem to tense, then release. Tense, then release. He never stops, keeping his mouth on me as I soar before crashing back down to earth.
"You taste incredible." His voice sends aftershocks through my body. "My sweet girl, all messy and needy. I'm going to enjoy tasting your little cunt over and over and hearing you beg for more."
I sit up, and Dominic reaches for me, tugging me to him and kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue, and he wraps his arms around me, his hand tangling in my hair.
"Perfect," he mutters into my mouth, "Let's get you home, sweet Daisy."
"Okay," I tell him, letting him pull me to my feet before he pulls my jeans back up for me. I'm swaying, feeling like a towel that has been wrung out. When I look up at him, I know my smile must be drowsy. "Home. That sounds amazing.”
5
DOMINIC
Damn it all. I didn't mean for it to go that far. At all.
I had it in my mind to kiss her, just to show her my intent, but she responded to me so eagerly that there was no way I could have stopped myself. Something about Daisy makes me a fool, and in every other circumstance, that would piss me off. Not with her, though. I'll be a fool if it means I get to taste that sweet mouth and even sweeter pussy.
I all but have to carry her out of the restaurant down to the car, and she moves like her limbs are exceedingly heavy as she folds herself into the car. Her expression, though, is content. Relaxed, even. I wonder if Daisy has allowed herself to relax at all since this shit with Carlo started. God, she's so sweet, so beautiful, how could anyone wish her ill?
"Here." I hand her my suit jacket, and she covers up with it like a blanket in the passenger seat, the jacket swallowing her. "Rest. It's a long drive, and I think I've worn you out."
It's impossible to keep the note of pride out of my voice, but she doesn't seem to mind.
The drive is long, and Daisy dozes off as I expected. I don't even turn on the radio, content to listen to the sounds of the tires on the asphalt and her breathing beside me. This woman does something to my heart that I can't even begin to explain.
Once we're back home, I gently shake her awake and move around the car to open the door for her. The nap seems to have brought her back to her senses, and Daisy keeps glancing at me with a mix of awe and panic, like she can't believe what we just did back at the restaurant. It's cute because she has no idea how much more I have in store for her.
For the rest of the night, I plan to take a long bath with her, make her come at least two more times—one with my fingers and one with my mouth—before going to bed with her beside me. Un-fucking-fortunately, my life rarely goes to plan.
Ashton is waiting for me right inside the foyer, his hands clasped behind his back and his shoulders stiff.
