Sweet Heart (The Hearts of Sawyers Bend #2) - Ivy Layne Page 0,65

closer.

Standing between his legs again, I leaned down to press my lips to his. Royal took control of the kiss before my first breath. All that restrained need burst free, his mouth claiming mine. I was caught, tempted to drop into his lap and keep kissing him forever.

No. I had a plan.

Somehow, I tore myself away and dropped to my knees, trading an up-close view of his mouth for one of his cock. He was as gorgeous here as he was everywhere else. Thick, hard, a bead of moisture already gathering at the tip.

It had been a while, but I have a good imagination. And motivation. I couldn't remember ever wanting to get to know a cock quite like I did this one. I started slow, swiping up that bead of moisture with a fingertip before popping my finger in my mouth. I sucked him from my skin, my eyes on his. Salty, musky. My pussy flooded at the taste.

Royal groaned. “Daisy—”

He didn't get another word out. I leaned in and licked slowly, tasting every inch from the base of that gorgeous cock, all the way to the tip. Then back down and back up again. Royal was silent except for his harsh, quick breaths.

When I closed my mouth on the head of his cock and gave a hard suck, he moaned my name again as if it was dragged from him by the pull of my mouth. He was a lot for me to handle, but I didn't stop.

I dropped one hand between my legs, sliding my fingers inside my panties. Wet. I was so wet and I'd barely touched him. Gathering as much of my own moisture as I could, I slipped my hand back out and wrapped it around the base of his cock, giving an experimental swirl of my grip. Royal's head tipped back, chest vibrating with his moan.

My mouth covered what my hand didn't and between the two I enveloped his cock, sucking and squeezing and stroking, teasing until he was shaking.

“Daisy, God, Daisy, oh, God, you have to stop or I'm gonna—Daisy, Daisy.”

That was pretty much all he could say. Good. I didn't want him thinking, I wanted him to feel. Now, I was at a crossroads. I could stay right where I was and suck his beautiful cock until he came in my mouth. I wanted that, which was a bit of a surprise, but more, I wanted to see his face when he came. Wanted him to see mine.

Slowly, I pulled my mouth up, leaving him with one last lick. I stood, snagging one of the condoms off the table. Reaching behind me, I flicked open my bra with two fingers, shaking it down my arms and tossing it to the floor. That done, I hooked my thumbs in my lace panties and shimmied them down to join my bra.

One step closer and I straddled him, keeping my eyes on his aroused face as I dealt with the condom. I hadn't opened one of these babies in a while, and I did not want to tear it. We only had two. Once I had it out and ready to roll on, I looked up to see him watching me intently, flags of red on his cheeks, his eyes pure blue flame.

I rolled the condom down slowly, teasing again just because I could. Looking down, judging the distance between his cock and my very needy pussy, I slowly lowered myself, gasping as the head brushed my entrance.

Even through the condom, he was hot. I was so wet he slid inside easily. I dropped onto him by degrees, the awkward position almost knocking me off my balance and sending us both tumbling to the floor, chair and all.

Full. I was so full of Royal. I rocked my hips, my clit scraping the rough hair at the base of his cock, sending shards of bliss up my spine and down to my toes.

“Fuck, Daisy. Fuck me, Daisy. Please.”

It was the please that got me. Oh, who the hell was I kidding? It was everything. Royal inside me, feeling so fucking good. The desperate desire in his eyes, mirroring everything I felt inside.

I ground my hips in a circle and took his mouth with mine, kissing him frantically, everything inside me pouring into him. How much I wanted him, how good he felt, how fucking perfect this was.

Royal surged up, shoulders twisting, and with a shattering crack of wood, he tore his arms free of the