DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 87

Daisy

The rain was still falling hard when we stumbled out of the club.

We didn’t speak the entire ride back to his place. The Uber driver kept glancing at us in the rearview mirror, but we didn‘: care. My frand was on his thigh the whole time, fingers digging into the muscle through his pants. His hand rested high on my bare leg, his thumb stroking slow, dangerous circles under the hem of my short black dress. Every touch sent heat! racing straight between my legs.

The second the front door closed behind us, he had me against it.

His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been starving for months. The kiss was messy and desperate, tongues sliding hot and deep. I tasted the whisky he’d been drinking all night – dark, smoky, intoxicating. He tasted like sin. My fingers twisted into his shirt as I pulled him closer, moaning softly into his mouth when he pressed his body flush against mine. I could already feel how hard he was, thick and straining against my stomach.

We barely made it three steps inside before we were stumbling again – kissing, gasping, hands everywhere. My heels kicked off somewhere near the couch. His jacket hit the floor with a dull thud. My back slammed into the wall in the hallway. A framed picture rattled dangerously, but neither of us stopped.

He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, forehead pressed to mine, both of us panting.

“We are exes,” he growled, his voice rough and low. “This is a terrible fucking idea.”

I didn’t let him finish.

I grabbed the front of his shirt, yanked him back down, and kissed him harder. My tongue pushed into his mouth, demanding, greedy. He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through me, and lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist instantly. The hem of my dress rode all the way up to my hips as he carried me down the hallway, still kissing me like he wanted to consume me.

His hands were rough on my ass, squeezing hard, fingers digging into my flesh. I could feel how wet I already was, my panties soaked and clinging to me. Every step he took ground his cock against my core through our clothes, teasing me mercilessly.

We crashed into the bedroom door. He shoved it open with his shoulder, never breaking the kiss. The room was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the rain–streaked windows. He carried me straight to the bed and dropped me onto it. I bounced once, breath catching, before he was on top of me heavily but warmly. It was perfect.

His mouth found my neck. He sucked hard, teeth grazing, as if marking me. I moaned loudly, arching up into him, fingers threading through his hair and tugging. His hands roamed everywhere; sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress higher, and palming my breasts through the thin fabric until my nipples were aching and tight.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he rasped against my throat. “Missed the way you sound when you’re this wet for me.”

His fingers slipped under my panties and dragged through my slick folds. I gasped, hips jerking. He circled my clit once, twice, then pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I cried out, my back bowing off the bed.

He pumped them slowly, deep, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. His thumb rubbed my clit in tight, filthy circles. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers fucking me filled the room, mixing with the rain hammering the windows.

I was already so close.

“Norman…” I moaned, my voice breaking.

He kissed me again deeply, messily and hungrily,wet, and while his fingers worked me faster. My thighs shook. My cunt clenched around him. I could feel the orgasm building like a storm, hot and inevitable.

But he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

I whined at the loss, desperate and empty.

He smirked against my lips, dark and dangerous.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered. “I want to taste you first.”

He slid down my body, pushed my thighs wide onen and buried his face hetween my legs.

The first long, slow lick from entrance to clit m Successfully unlocked! s hot, wet, relentless. He licked me like he was starving. He went on broad strokes, then tight Civics at, then sucking it into his mouth until my hips bucked off the bed.

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I grabbed his hair with both hands, holding him there

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice shaking “Please don’t stop. I’m going to come–fuck

He growled against my cunt, the vibration shooting straight through me. His tongue flicked faster Two fingers pushed back inside me, curling hard. He sucked my clit into his mouth and hummed

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