DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Daisy

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He stared at me for a long moment, his arm still around my waist, the city still glittering behind us, his expression doing something I had never seen on Norman White’s face in all the years I had known him. He looked genuinely, completely thrown. Like his brain had received a message it wasn’t prepared to process

I waited. my eyes not blinking.

Then he took my hand.

We didn’t go back inside. We took the side stairs down, moving through the quiet lower levels of the building without a word, out through a side exit and into the cool night air of the parking structure. His car was on the second level. Black, sleek, exactly what I expected. He unlocked it without slowing down, and I got in, and the door had barely closed behind us before his mouth found mine again.

The backseat was warm and dark and smelled like leather and him – that clean, masculine scent that used to drive me crazy. Before I could even catch my breath, his mouth was on mine again.

This kiss wasn’t gentle.

It was deep, hungry, almost desperate. His tongue slid against mine, hot and demanding, tasting faintly of whiskey and years of unspoken want. I moaned into his mouth as his hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until I was straddling his lap. My long gown pooled around us in a mess of silk and lace. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way his fingers dug into my hips, the way his cock was already hard and pressing against me through his pants.

He broke the kiss just enough to look at me, breathing hard, eyes

“You’re sure?” he rasped.

At that instant, it started pouring so much outside.

dark.

I answered by kissing him again, harder this time, my hands sliding into his hair and tugging. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me.

His fingers found the zipper at the back of my gown. He pulled it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet car. Cool air kissed my spine as the fabric loosened. He pushed the straps off my shoulders, letting the dress slide down to my waist, exposing my breasts. His hands were on them instantly – warm, rough palms cupping and squeezing, thumbs brushing over my already hard nipples.

I gasped, arching into his touch.

“Fuck, Daisy,” he muttered against my neck. His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, sucking lightly at my pulse point. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

His mouth closed around one nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make me moan loudly. I rocked against him, grinding down on the thick bulge in his pants, desperate for friction. His hands slid under my dress, pushing it higher until it bunched around my waist. His fingers hooked into my lace panties and tugged them aside.

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The moment his fingers brushed my soaked folds, I whimpered.

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“You’re dripping,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. Two thick fingers slid through my wetness, circling my clit before pushing inside me slowly and, deeply, stretching me open. I cried out, hips rolling instinctively, riding his hand as he curled his fingers against that perfect spot inside me.

The car filled with the wet, filthy sounds of his fingers fucking me – slick, rhythmic, obscene. My breath fogged the window. My thighs trembled around his lap.

I needed more.

I reached between us, fumbling with his belt and his zipper. He helped me, lifting his hips so I could free his cock. It sprang out. It was thick and hard, the head already glistening. I wrapped my hand around him. stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling him throb in my grip.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I need to be inside you.”

He didn’t wait.

He pulled his fingers out of me, gripped my hips, and guided me down onto his cock.

The stretch was intense – slow, burning, perfect. I sank down inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt inside me. We both groaned at the same time. He was so deep. So thick. I could feel every vein, every pulse.

For a moment we just stayed like that – foreheads pressed together, breathing hard, bodies joined completely.

Then I started to move.

Slow rolls of my hips at first, savoring the drag of his cock inside me. He gripped my ass, helping me ride him, guiding me up and down. The car rocked gently with our movements. The wet sound of my pussy taking his cock filled the backseat – obscene, and addictive.

His mouth found my breasts again, sucking hard on one nipple while his hand pinched the other. I moaned louder, riding him faster, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every downward stroke.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against my skin. “So tight. So wet. This pussy was made for me.”

I could only whimper in response, lost in the feeling of him stretching me, filling me, owning me.

The rain kept falling outside.

And inside his car, we moved together slowly, deep, and filthy, like three years apart had never happened.

Like we had never been exes at all.

Norman filled me so completely that for a moment I could only sit there, trembling, my forehead pressed to his. The stretch was intense — thick, hot, perfect. I could feel every inch of him pulsing inside me, the head of his cock pressed deep against that spot that made my toes curl.

“Fuck, Norman,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “You feel so good.”

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His hands tightened on my hips. His breath was hot against my neck.

“Ride me,” he growled. “Slow. I want to feel every inch of this tight little cunt.”

I started moving.

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Slow rolls of my hips at first, lifting just enough to feel him drag along my walls, then sinking back down until he was buried to the hilt again. The car filled with the wet, filthy sound of my pussy taking him – slick. rhythmic, obscene. Every downward stroke made my clit grind against his pelvis, sending sparks through my entire body.

He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me. His hands guided me, not rushing, just helping me find the rhythm. One palm slid up my back, fingers splaying across my spine. The other stayed on my ass. squeezing, spreading me wider so he could sink even deeper.

The rain hammered the roof of the car, drowning out everything except our breathing and the wet slap of skin on skin. The windows were already fogged. The leather seat creaked beneath us every time I sank down.

I leaned back slightly, bracing my hands on his thighs. The new angle let him hit deeper. I moaned loudly, head falling back as I rode him harder. My breasts bounced with every movement. He watched them hungrily, then leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth – sucking hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he rasped against my skin. “Listen to that sloppy cunt. You’re dripping all over my cock, baby. Making a mess in my car.”

His dirty words pushed me higher. I rode him faster, grinding down hard on every stroke, chasing that perfect pressure against my clit. My thighs started to shake. My breath came in short, desperate pants.

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