Page 135 of Rush the Edge
“Fuck, Daisy.”
She smiles with me in her mouth. I tip my head backward so I can’t watch her and try to control myself.
A few more thrusts of my hips, and I’m pulling her up by her shoulders. “Sit.”
The Zamboni must be right up against this side of the rink, because it’s so loud I can’t hear the hissing coming from between my teeth when she slides down onto my cock.
I squeeze her torso with my palms. “Fuck,” I groan. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Daisy moves her body like a stripper, so fluidly and precise. Every time I hit the end of her pussy, my balls tighten. She makes a noise I find myself suddenly consumed with.
Her breasts are right there for the taking, bouncing up and down in my face. I suck a bud into my mouth and move one of my hands to her clit. My thumb circles it over and over again, and her eyelashes flutter closed.
“Come for me,” I beg.
I sit up a little taller and make her kiss me.
Our tongues move over one another as quickly as our bodies.
It’s so easy to become obsessed with her. Having her like this is a sin and heaven all in one. I’m entranced by her, her body reacting to my touch right away.
“Ah,” she moans against my mouth, stopping our kiss. She’s right on the edge of her climax, tightening around my cock. Grabbing her by the throat, I kiss her through the pleasure and she comes so hard over my dick that I can’t stop myself from coming too.
“Fuck,” I groan, holding still.
I feel her everywhere.
In my head, my blood, my fucking bones. This girl carved a place for herself in my heart long ago, and she just nestled herself right back in.
Our breathing finally begins to slow, sweat drying against our flushed skin. With my cock still inside of her, I lean back and stare up into her eyes.
Her teeth make worry marks on her lip, indenting the swollen soft flesh.
“I’m obsessed with you,” I admit, not caring if it scares her.
I’m so obsessed with her that I don’t even care that I just came inside of her.
I’ve never come inside anyone.
I’ve never even entertained the idea. I had a condom nearby, but the thought didn’t even cross my mind because it’sDaisy.
I keep waiting for the guilt to show up, but it is nonexistent. River’s sister or not.
“I came inside of you.”
I wait for shock to cover her features. I expect her to get angry at herself for not realizing and at me for doing the act in the first place. But the longer I stare up at her, the more confused I become.
Her soft hands fall to my shoulders.
Is this when she breaks my heart again?Because this feels too much like the morning I left for the juniors.
She glances away, her face paling. “It may be hard for me to have kids…because of my Lupus and past medications. So, I’m sure it’s fine.”
I blink once, then twice, and then a third time. Daisy keeps her attention away from me, staring off to the side in a daze.
Being tender and sweet isn’t my thing, but my subconscious seems to know exactly what to do when it comes to her. I reach my hand out and grip her chin to turn her back toward me. Those wild blue eyes are tamed with something sad, and it cuts me down to the bone.
“I don’t like it when you look sad,”
