Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Does it feel good?” I ask as I begin slowly thrusting.
“So good,” she says with an adorable sigh as I brush back a strand of hair that has fallen across her face.
I pick up the pace now that she seems to have gotten used to it. She feels like absolute heaven. I’m already holding out to keep myself from coming. We lock lips again and kiss. My pulse is racing and my heart is pounding so hard inside my chest that I wonder if she can feel it against her breasts.
This is a kind of bliss I’ve never felt before. First being reunited with a girl I never thought I would see again, and then repairing something I never thought could be fixed between us. I’m so hard inside her I could chop down a tree with my dick, and the way Daisy keeps running her small, soft hands across my back as I fuck her just gets me going even more.
She’s a goddess. A dream. Being together with her again has me feeling things I never knew were possible.
This time, she’s never getting away. This time, I’ll never leave her. That’s one thing I’ve learned as I’ve grown into the man I am today: never make the same mistake twice. And I won’t. Especially not with Daisy.
My hands glide across her breasts, and I feel her tightening up on my cock. I know what’s coming soon, which is good, because I’m almost there too.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby?”
She moans and nods back, her lips pressed against my neck as she clutches on to my shoulders with both arms.
“Good. So am I.”
I fuck her faster, riding the razor’s edge of lust that is about to send me over the edge. I’m so close. I just can’t hold back any longer. She’s too sexy – feels too good.
My cock flexes and jerks inside her. I spray as my balls begin to empty, unloading my warm, sticky seed as the rest of my body tenses up. Daisy cries out, and I feel her join me in ecstasy as her body trembles and she grabs on to me for dear life.
“I’m coming!” she cries out. “Oh my God, Craig, I can feel you! It’s so warm!”
We writhe together, enraptured by each other, lost in orgasmic joy, until finally we come down together, clutching each other in our arms, sucking deep breaths of air like we both just got back from a run.
Finally, I brush her hair back and kiss her on her cheek. “Wow, that was incredible.”
Daisy smiles, her eyes closed, stretches, and smiles as she kisses my chin and wraps her legs around my waist. I could stay like this forever. “Imagine if we’d been doing this for five years.”
“I already feel guilty,” I groan, tickling her side. “Don’t make it worse.”
She giggles and pulls the blanket I leave on the back of the couch over us. “Would you mind terribly if I passed out right now?”
“No, I would not,” I chuckle. “As a matter of fact, that sounds like a fantastic idea.”
I take the blanket and make sure it’s draped over us just right, then pull Daisy into my arms. She rests her cheek on my bicep like it’s a pillow, and I can’t help but smile as I gently run my fingers through her hair.
I can’t believe I found her again.
I was dressed up as Santa. I was supposed to be the one asking people what they wanted for Christmas, and here I am with the greatest gift I could imagine.
I wake up to sunlight coming in through the windows and nailing me right in the face. It’s that winter sunlight – the kind that bounces off the snow that feels like it’s been magnified a thousand times that makes you want to just crawl back under the covers and hide.
But then I remember I’m not in bed and I’m just under a single blanket on the couch. A smile creeps over my face as the events of last night come back to me, and I roll over, expecting to find Daisy sleeping beside me like the angel she is, but instead I find myself staring at some empty cushions.
I catch a blur behind me and swing around to see Daisy, fully dressed, glancing down at her phone, stepping into her shoes. She sees me looking at her and gives me one of those smiles you give someone when they’ve caught you doing something you didn’t want them to see you doing.
“Oh, hey,” she says, letting her hair fall across her face. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Nah, don’t worry about that,” I reply. “Where you headed?”
“Just work. I’ve got to go in, and I wanted to let you sleep.”
“Don’t be silly, I can drive you.” I start to get up, but she instantly comes over and presses a hand against my chest.