Chapter 14

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fourteen

Daisy

I am floating.

And Owen, my Owen, is face to face with me, his chin red from friction, and slick with my essence. He touches my chin.

“Listen to me. Don’t ever apologize for coming too quickly.”

“OK,” I say weakly, smiling up at him with what I’m sure is the dopiest grin.

“Making you come is a drug for me. And don’t you think I can make you come again and again as many times as I want to?”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me.”

“I want that.” I nod vigorously as if making sure he knows how very on board I am with that plan.

“Then get ready, sweetheart.”

Owen pierces me deep the second my legs wrap around his middle.

“Shit!” I rasp.

His thick cock fits so tight that I can feel every ridge. Every vein.

He’s slow as he pulls out, but then pushes back in so firmly that it makes me think he’s going to take me hard and fast.

But no. He’s not finding a rhythm. He’s just thoroughly dicking me down.

He thrusts in again so fiercely I can feel him everywhere. And out again, so slowly and deliberately, making me feel so good with every inch of him, he has me clawing for more.

“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so good, so good and so fucking tight.”

“I can take it. Don’t hold back, Owen. I want you so bad.”

He gives another sturdy roll of his hips and says, “You’ve already got me. You’ve got my heart, Daisy. And I want to make this work.”

Of course we can make this work.

The dam breaks, and a tear escapes. I want to give this man everything. I want to make him feel everything he makes me feel. Special. Adored. Coveted so hard that I’d wait all day just for the chance to talk to him.

Why can’t I give that to him, exactly?

We have dozens of people around us to help us make it all work.

We don’t have to do anything alone.

“I want to make this work, too.”

Owen pierces me again, so deeply that my hips come up off the mattress.

When he comes, he buries his face against my collarbone, roaring out my name.