Page 34 of Having Henley
Suddenly ten minutes isn’t enough time. Ten days wouldn’t be long enough.
“Looks like we’re taking the scenic route Daisy,” I tell her, stroking her again.
“I don’t—” she says, looking at me over her shoulder, mouth parted, cheeks flushed. Brow furrowed like she’s trying to figure out what I’m talking about.
Instead of moving her panties to the side, I use them to fuck her. Stroking her with my cock, I slide it along her quivering cleft, rubbing the delicately textured lace against her clit in slow, even strokes.
“Ohhh…” Widening her stance even more, she lets go of the breath she’s been holding in a low moan. Cheeks flushed, that full, lush mouth of hers parted slightly.
“Tell me,” I say, the head of my cock hits her in just the right spot, again and again. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Oh god…” she breathes softly. “Please…”
“Tell me, Daisy.” I work my cock, the length of it sliding across her wet, swollen clit until she collapses onto the desk, face pressed against billing receipts and last months’ electric bill. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says in a low, desperate tone. Her choice of language stains her cheeks, the bright pink of them nearly has me undone. “Please fuck me.”
I replace my cock with my hand again because I’m not ready for it end and I don’t trust myself not to fuck her. Straddling the crotch of her panties, I slide two fingers inside her pussy so deep she gasps before I pull out, each stroke opening her slit wider. Stretching her so she can take me in. Fucking her with my fingers, I can feel how tight she is. The grab of her pussy, the way it contracts around me. Pulling me deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Is this what you want, Daisy?” I say, pulling my fingers out to rub them against her clit on the backslide, making her moan. This time I don’t make a return trip, instead I skim them along the quivering seam of lace between us.
“No…” she says, even as she tilts her hips toward the desk, her drenched slit against my hand, working herself against it, trying to get my fingers back inside her.
“Then what do you want?” I say, running my fingers up the seam of her pussy, pushing that wet, black lace against her core. I drop a hand on her hip, use it to guide her, grinding her against the ridged line of her panties.
“Oh, god…” she moans it softly, her breath coming in quick, quiet pants. “I want you…” eyes squeezed shut. “I want your cock inside me.” More foul language, she whispers it right before catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Please—”
I don’t usually go for all this who’s your daddy bullshit. I’m all business. I give them the hardest orgasm of their lives, take what I need and I move on, but something about the way she says it… I don’t move her panties to the side. I don’t pull them down.
I rip those fuckers to shreds.
Tearing the barrier of them away from her slit, I grip her ass cheeks, spreading her wide. She gives a small gasp, the sound of it morphing into a long, shuddering moan when I slam into her, my cock plunging into her quivering pussy, so deep and fast I’m seeing stars.
Holy shit.
Suddenly, I’m the one who can’t breathe. She’s tighter than I thought. Almost too tight. My balls instantly tense up, the tingling at the base of my cock telling me that I’m on the verge of coming. She moans, grinding herself against me, urging me to move. Silently begging me to fuck her.
I don’t. I can’t. One stroke inside her and I’m done.
Instead, I reach around her hip, taking her clit from the front, giving it tight, hard strums, plucking it, relentlessly driving her toward orgasm.
She goes wild, raising herself up on her hands again, pushing back, moving against the pressure of my cock. The closer she gets, the harder it is to hold on. I grip her shoulder, trying to keep her still but it’s no use. The walls of her pussy squeeze around me until my own orgasm is nearly impossible to fight off. “I need you to come for me, Daisy,” I say through gritted teeth. “Come for me now.”
Like I flipped a switch, I can feel it, trembling up her thighs, tightening in her belly. “That’s it,” I say, grinding her back against the base of my cock while her pussy clenches and pulsates around me. “Come for me.”
“Oh!” she screams it, hands fisting on the desk, crumpling papers and scattering pens, something heavy hits the floor. I think it’s her purse. Neither one of us care, panting, her hips bucking against mine. “Oh god—”
A heavy-fisted pounding hits the locked door. “Times up. Get your ass out here,” Declan shouts at me from the other side. He sounds pissed.
Too bad. I’m not even close to finished.
Not giving her time to recover, I reach down, grabbing her by the collar of her open shirt, yanking her into a standing position. Fitting her against me, my hand streaks up her torso, pushing up the lace cup of her bra until I find soft, yielding flesh, the nipple at its center stiff and swollen under my fingers. I roll it, tugging at it while I run my tongue up the taut cords of her neck, nudging the skin-warmed pearls strung around it. She even tastes expensive. Delicate, like honey and roses but there’s something else, something darker, deeper. I don’t know what it is, but when the taste of her hits the back of my tongue, it snaps whatever shreds of self -control I’ve managed to hold on to.
“Ah, fuck,” I groan against her throat, my hand tightening around her breast, my other hand, still between her thighs, swirling against her juice-slicked clit. “You’re gonna come for me again, Daisy.”
She shakes her head, her head tipped back against my shoulder, her silky auburn hair rasping against the stubble on my chin. “I can’t…” she whimpers, even as I feel the tremble start to build along the curve of her spine and her hand clamps around my wrist, urging my fingers to work her clit even faster. “I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.”
