couldn’t resist moving subtly on him, rubbing herself against the huge, rigid shape under his leathers.
She nodded.
He smacked her ass, stinging her tender flesh. “Out loud, sub.”
Oh God, she was so bent to love him ordering her to voice her desires that way. She lifted her head, her mouth close to his ear, bared by his ponytail. “I want you to—to fuck me, Dack.”
She didn’t even care where, just some dark room in this place where they could be alone.
Behind them, Mason spoke, his gravelly voice commanding. “Come, baby. Come for me.” A high wail rose in answer, a raw sexual sound of release, of ecstasy. Daisy’s hands clenched on Dack’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He went rigid under her, his broad chest expanding with a deep breath. He let go of her ass and thrust one hand between them.
Oh God, he was going to unfasten his leathers right here. Daisy sat up abruptly. “Oh no, I didn’t mean here.”
The look in his narrowed eyes froze the words in her throat. A hot, dangerous look that matched his short, quick movements as he unfastened his leathers and tugged them open, baring his groin—to her and to anyone else who wanted to look.
“You liked being watched,” he told her. “So do I. I like it a lot, Daisy.”
He stroked his hand over himself, and Daisy could no more help watching than she could help breathing. Oh, he was beautiful. Raw, male power, rampant and unashamed. His cock thrust out of the dark leathers and the nest of dark hair dusting his groin. He was huge. Huge and hot and sexy. She hadn’t seen any cock up close for nearly a year, and never one this big.
Without asking, without thinking, she reached for him. His hand grabbed her wrist, and he held it, inches away from him.
She looked up, surprised. Guys loved having a woman’s hands on their equipment.
“Ask before you touch, sub,” he ordered.
Okay, that should piss her off. It was obvious he wanted her to touch him, or he wouldn’t be letting the big guy out to play. But once again, his complete control excited her, pleased the new, bad Daisy.
She looked at him through her lashes. “Please, may I touch you, Dack?”
He gave her back the same roguish look. It was funny and sexy on his hard, bearded face. “I don’t know, Petal. You haven’t even kissed me yet, and you want in my pants?”
Her heart leapt even as she giggled, surprising herself. Kiss him? She loved kissing, and she’d been wanting to feel that beard on her skin since she first saw him. The fact that he was willing to stop for a smooch when he was obviously so ready to do more was just sweet.
She leaned forward and then stopped, remembering. Well, heck, if she had to ask for whatever she wanted from him, might as well have fun with it. She put out the tip of her tongue to lick her lower lip, teasing him. “Dack, may I please have a kiss?” she asked in her best Marilyn Monroe voice.
He yanked her toward him, his eyes on her mouth. She fell against him with a huff of laughter. Then he cocked his head and kissed her, and her amusement disappeared in a fog of heat.
His lips were warm and firm, his mustache and beard soft and a little scratchy against her face as he tasted her.
He drew back enough to give her a glinting look and then cocked his head the other way and came back for more. Then he opened his mouth and really kissed her, hot and slow and thoroughly. He sucked gently on her lips and then her tongue, sucking it into his mouth to play before sliding his own into her mouth and plundering her thoroughly.
Daisy hung in his arms, dizzy with pleasure as her breasts rubbed against the leather ridges of his vest, her nipples feeling the abrasion even through the thin leather of her halter.
She rubbed herself against his groin, moaning as she felt the hot silky length of his cock on her bare belly and the crease of her thigh.
He pulled back just long enough to speak. “Put your hand on me.” Then he took her mouth
She nodded.
He smacked her ass, stinging her tender flesh. “Out loud, sub.”
Oh God, she was so bent to love him ordering her to voice her desires that way. She lifted her head, her mouth close to his ear, bared by his ponytail. “I want you to—to fuck me, Dack.”
She didn’t even care where, just some dark room in this place where they could be alone.
Behind them, Mason spoke, his gravelly voice commanding. “Come, baby. Come for me.” A high wail rose in answer, a raw sexual sound of release, of ecstasy. Daisy’s hands clenched on Dack’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He went rigid under her, his broad chest expanding with a deep breath. He let go of her ass and thrust one hand between them.
Oh God, he was going to unfasten his leathers right here. Daisy sat up abruptly. “Oh no, I didn’t mean here.”
The look in his narrowed eyes froze the words in her throat. A hot, dangerous look that matched his short, quick movements as he unfastened his leathers and tugged them open, baring his groin—to her and to anyone else who wanted to look.
“You liked being watched,” he told her. “So do I. I like it a lot, Daisy.”
He stroked his hand over himself, and Daisy could no more help watching than she could help breathing. Oh, he was beautiful. Raw, male power, rampant and unashamed. His cock thrust out of the dark leathers and the nest of dark hair dusting his groin. He was huge. Huge and hot and sexy. She hadn’t seen any cock up close for nearly a year, and never one this big.
Without asking, without thinking, she reached for him. His hand grabbed her wrist, and he held it, inches away from him.
She looked up, surprised. Guys loved having a woman’s hands on their equipment.
“Ask before you touch, sub,” he ordered.
Okay, that should piss her off. It was obvious he wanted her to touch him, or he wouldn’t be letting the big guy out to play. But once again, his complete control excited her, pleased the new, bad Daisy.
She looked at him through her lashes. “Please, may I touch you, Dack?”
He gave her back the same roguish look. It was funny and sexy on his hard, bearded face. “I don’t know, Petal. You haven’t even kissed me yet, and you want in my pants?”
Her heart leapt even as she giggled, surprising herself. Kiss him? She loved kissing, and she’d been wanting to feel that beard on her skin since she first saw him. The fact that he was willing to stop for a smooch when he was obviously so ready to do more was just sweet.
She leaned forward and then stopped, remembering. Well, heck, if she had to ask for whatever she wanted from him, might as well have fun with it. She put out the tip of her tongue to lick her lower lip, teasing him. “Dack, may I please have a kiss?” she asked in her best Marilyn Monroe voice.
He yanked her toward him, his eyes on her mouth. She fell against him with a huff of laughter. Then he cocked his head and kissed her, and her amusement disappeared in a fog of heat.
His lips were warm and firm, his mustache and beard soft and a little scratchy against her face as he tasted her.
He drew back enough to give her a glinting look and then cocked his head the other way and came back for more. Then he opened his mouth and really kissed her, hot and slow and thoroughly. He sucked gently on her lips and then her tongue, sucking it into his mouth to play before sliding his own into her mouth and plundering her thoroughly.
Daisy hung in his arms, dizzy with pleasure as her breasts rubbed against the leather ridges of his vest, her nipples feeling the abrasion even through the thin leather of her halter.
She rubbed herself against his groin, moaning as she felt the hot silky length of his cock on her bare belly and the crease of her thigh.
He pulled back just long enough to speak. “Put your hand on me.” Then he took her mouth
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