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“I’m not drunk anymore,” she said, moving against my still-hard cock.

I took her hands and pulled them up over her head, holding them in one of mine. I’d hoped it might immobilize her a little, stop her from working her cunt on my dick, but now she was stretched out underneath me, every inch of her luscious body pressed against mine.

Not helping.

“Maybe not,” I said, “but you’re not losing your virginity after a night like this one.”

Daisy deserved better. A lot better.

“But I want it,” she said, still rocking her hips. “I want you.”

I swore because she wasnotmaking it easy to do the right thing here.

“Let me help you out.” I nuzzled her neck because at this point, I didn’t even trust myself to kiss her.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I touched my lips to the tiny well at the base of her throat and left kisses over her chest before lifting her T-shirt to suck one of her already-hard nipples.

She sighed and threaded her fingers into my hair, giving herself over to the sucking motion of my mouth.

She was moving her hips faster now, seeking friction and rhythm, working toward her orgasm. I had to fight the urge to grind against her, to seek my own friction, because that was the last fucking thing I needed when I already felt like I was going to explode.

I kissed my way down to the swell of her stomach and positioned myself between her thighs to pull off her shorts and underwear. After I tossed them aside, I looked down at her pussy and ran my fingers through her folds.

My fingers came away wet and I put them in my mouth and sucked while she watched.

She wiggled her hips and I chuckled before dipping my head between her thighs.

I ran my tongue from her ass to her clit, then rubbed the little nub with my thumb. “You taste so fucking good, sunshine. I can’t get enough of you.”

Her breath was shallow in the darkness of the room and her hands came down to fist my hair.

“I like that you know what you want,” I said. “And I like giving it to you.”

I lapped at her clit and she moaned long and low, rocking her hips with the motion of my tongue.

I was so fucking hard, so tempted to say fuck it and drive into her, but I tried to focus on her pleasure instead, sliding a couple of fingers inside her to match the rhythm of my tongue.

“That feels so good,” she gasped, rocking against my mouth.

It was all the encouragement I needed, because if I wasn’t going to get off, I was sure as fuck going to get Daisy off good and hard.

I flattened my tongue against her clit and used my fingers to find her G-spot, then pressed while I lapped like a hungry dog at the hard little bud.

Her channel tightened around my fingers, her hips moving faster. She lifted them off the bed to meet the thrusts of my fingers, the rhythm of my tongue.

“Wolf,” she gasped, “I’m going to come…”

I picked up the pace, helped her climb the peak of her release until she shuddered under my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair as she came.

She didn’t try to be quiet but I didn’t fucking care. The sound of her coming was the biggest turn-on of all and I almost creamed my jeans as I worked her cunt with my fingers and mouth.

Her pussy was tight around my fingers. I tunneled through it anyway, still lapping at her clit, wanting to wrench every last ounce of pleasure from her body.

I didn’t stop until she stopped, falling back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, trying to catch her breath as she came down off the high of her orgasm. I kissed the inside of her thighs, then laid next to her, pulling her against me, relishing the sweet weight of her in my arms.

“Thank you,” she said.