Page 129 of Dare to Love Me

“What type of doctor are you?” I ask.

Her lips curve into a smirk.

“A willy doctor,” she declares, her delivery deadpan. “I’m the one keeping Britain’s willies . . . standing tall.” She winks.

I let out a low chuckle, despite my raging hard-on. Only Daisy Wilson could manage to say something so ridiculous and somehow make it the single most arousing thing I’ve ever heard.

“Say please, Edward.” That honeyed tone again. “Don’t forget your gentlemanly manners now.”

She enjoys watching me unravel.

“Oh god, Daisy, please.” My voice is hoarse, every syllable dripping with worship. “Please. I’m begging you. I implore you. Play with that beautiful little cunt. Let me watch you.”

“Well, okay then. Since you asked so politely.”

My breath catches as her hand slips between her thighs, her fingers brushing against her glistening folds.

She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes never leaving mine as she begins to explore herself.

I grip her chair rest.

She dances her fingers over her clit, teasing it lightly at first, sending shivers through her body. Her breath hitches, and she bites her lower lip, her hips shifting slightly as if seeking more contact.

I can’t look away; the sight of her touching herself is intoxicating. My own arousal builds with every movement of her hand.

She dips her fingers lower, movements growing more frantic, and slides her fingers in and out of the slickness that’s pooled at her opening before returning to her clit.

She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation, before opening them again to meet my gaze.

She presses down harder, sinking into that swollen bundle of nerves. Each stroke draws a fresh wave of arousal, her thighs trembling.

I let out a low desperate “Fuuuuck,” my cock pulsing with need at the sight of her.

The wet, rhythmic sound of her fingers working over her clit fills the air, mingling with her soft, breathy moans—each one more desperate than the last. She arches back, cupping a breast with her free hand and plucking at the tight peak of her nipple.

“Do you like watching me?” she asks breathlessly.

“Darling. You’re killing me. I’m going to come in my bloody underwear again.”

Her moans grow louder, her fingers moving faster now. Her hips buck slightly against her hand as she edges closer to climax, and the sounds escaping her lips are too much for me to bear.

I can’t take it. I frantically unbuckle my belt and shove down my jeans and boxers.

Her response is another moan as she finally pushes herself over the edge with a cry of pleasure.

“Daisy,” I groan, “please, I’ll get . . . condom.”

Her head falls back. “I’m . . .” Her breath stutters as she struggles to form the words. “I’m . . . on the pill.”

Oh Christ.

Before she’s even finished shuddering, I seize her hips, dragging her toward me, and thrust deep into her still-pulsingcunt. She gasps—mouth falling open, her entire body jolting as I bury myself to the hilt in her tight heat.

I feel everything. The aftershocks of her climax rippling around my cock, her muscles fluttering as I hold her there.

I don’t move. Can’t.

Not yet.