Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
I wish I could stay here all fucking day, licking and sucking and feasting on her. But I’m on a time limit, and I know, very soon, the orchestra and Pavarotti are going to start hitting the notes that will spur the most powerful orgasm Daisy has ever experienced and wring her fucking dry.
My mouth wrapped around her clit, I suck, flick my tongue, and suck and suck and suck until her body starts to vibrate beneath me. Her moans grow louder by the second, and when her hands go to my hair, gripping the strands so tight it makes my damn skull hurt, I know she’s there.
Fuck yes.
Incomprehensible shouts escape her parted lips as her climax consumes her.
Tears stream down her cheeks, and her body shakes and trembles beneath me, and I never stop eating and sucking at her. I ride out her orgasm right along with her, and I don’t stop working my mouth against her until I feel her body go lax.
My chin resting on her belly now, I stare up at her as her breasts heave up and down with panting breaths.
“Holy shit,” she mutters. “Holy fucking shit.”
With shaky hands, she takes off her headphones and looks down at me in shock. “What was that? What just happened to me?”
“That’s opera, baby.”
She snorts. Giggles. Shakes her head. “That was insane. I felt…like I was in my body but not in my body. Hell, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk anytime soon.”
I grin.
“But you know what I can do?”
“What?”
She doesn’t respond, but a mischievous smile kisses her mouth as she sits up and crawls down toward me. Her fingers are on my boxers, pulling them down before I know it, and my cock pops free of the cotton constraints, still hard from watching Daisy come.
“What are you doing, babe?”
“I need to make you feel good, Flynn.”
She needs. She fucking needs.
Daisy leans forward and puts her mouth on me. Slow and teasing at first, she wraps her lips around my cock and begins to gently suck at my length.
Well, fuck. It feels good. Too good. And watching the way she greedily takes me into her mouth makes it even better.
I watch the way her eyes fall closed, as if it’s giving her actual pleasure to do this to me. I feel her warm breath against me as small moans escape her throat. And I don’t miss the covetous way her hands grab at my thighs and abdomen and chest.
Daisy is a fucking goddess. A woman who surprises me at every turn. A woman who gives me the kind of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
You could spend forever having weekends like this with her, and it still wouldn’t feel like enough.
Friday, May 17th
Daisy
“Good morning, Daisy,” a smiling, happy woman in a pair of medical scrubs with cute kittens all over the material greets me as I step into an exam room. “I’m Susan. I’ll be the nurse who’ll be helping Dr. Fields do your physical today.”
She glances at her clipboard. “I have a note here that this physical is for immigration requirements, correct?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Okay, great. I’ll make sure Dr. Fields has the forms she needs to file with USCIS.” She gestures with one arm toward the lone, white-paper–covered exam table in the room. “You can go ahead and take a seat.”
I follow her instructions, and the paper beneath my skirt-covered butt rustles and crinkles as I adjust my hips and cross my legs.
I don’t know what it is about doctors’ offices and hospitals, but they always have the same smell. A weird, everything-is-sterile odor that shouldn’t remind you of being sick, but for some reason, it does. It’s a conundrum, I tell you.
“I’m going to ask you some questions, get your vital signs, and then Dr. Fields will be in to do her examination.”
“Sounds like a plan, Stan,” I blurt but then cringe. “I mean, that sounds great.”
Besides the strange odors, places where medical shit occurs always make me uncomfortable. There’s just something about a random stranger in a white coat asking invasive questions about your life and daily habits that never sits well with me. I mean, can you take me dinner before you start asking me about how many sexual partners I’ve had? Sheesh. I don’t want to start an intimate relationship with you; I just want you to tell me if this mole on my back is normal.
Truthfully, I have the same issue with the dentist.
Luckily, Susan doesn’t appear to notice the giant pink weirdo in the room and gets on with the show.
“Have you experienced any illness in the past two weeks? Cough, runny nose, fever, body aches?”
“Nope.”
“Since we don’t have your immunization records, we’ll have to do a full blood work-up to check your titers for all of the diseases USCIS requires. Is that okay?”