DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 97

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Chapter 97

Daisy

Norman loomed over me, his eyes black with something feral. He hooked my ankles over his shoulders in one brutal motion, folding me nearly in half until my knees kissed my chest and my ass lifted off the bed. The position left me HOUSE open, helpless, completely exposed. He didn’t ease back in-he slammed hone in one vicious thrust, bottoming out so deep I felt him in my throat.

A broken moan tore out of me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me like a punishment-long punishing strokes that dragged every thick inch of him over that swollen, greedy spot inside until my walls fettered and clenched around hum helplessly. Each time he bottomed out, his balls slapped wetly against my ass, the obscene sound filling the room along with my choked sobs.

Sweat slicked our skin. His grip on my thighs bruised as he pinned me open wider, using my body like it was made for this- for him. He angled his hips just right so the fat head of his cock battered that spot over and over, relentless, until my s shook violently and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.

“Fuck! Look at you,” he growled, voice gravel-rough. “Taking it so deep. Stretching around me like you were fucking carved for this cock.” He leaned down, folding me even tighter, mouth crashing against mine in a messy biting kiss that tasted like sweat and possession. His tongue fucked into my mouth with the same ruthless rhythm his hips used below.

One big hand slid between our bodies. Two thick fingers found my already swollen, slippery and aching clit. He rubbed fast. vicious circles that made my hips jerk off the bed. Pleasure knifed through me, sharp and unbearable. My pussy spasmed hard around him, trying to pull him deeper, milking him without permission.

I was loud, sobbing his name, cursing him, and begging in broken sentences. “Don’t stop, please… fuck! Norman-” My nails raked down his arms now, leaving fresh red lines. My whole body trembled on the edge, thighs quivering, belly tight, cht throbbing under his ruthless fingers.

He pulled back just enough to watch my face, lips curled in dark satisfaction. “That’s it,” he rasped, hips snapping harder faster, cock swelling even thicker inside me. “Fall apart for me. Let me feel how much you still fucking need this.”

Only then, when I was shaking, sobbing, right on the brink, did his voice turn into a raw command.

“Come,” he ordered, burying himself to the hilt and grinding deep. “Come on this cock. Milk me. Show me how much you crave this.”

The words which were possessive and filthy shattered me.

I came violently, my back arching off the bed, a raw scream tearing from my throat. My cunt clarpe down hard spasming gushing around him, flooding us both. Wave after wave crashed through me until I was trembling oversensitive tears streaming down my temples.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked me through it, chasing his own release, his thrusts turning erratic and desperate. His grip on my thighs betuse His breath came in harsh pants against my neck.

“Going to fill you,” he snarled. “Gonna come so deep you’ll feel me for days”

“Do it,” I gasped, nails in his ass, pulling him deeper. “Come inside me Please.”

He buried himself with a broken groan, his cock pulsing, throbbing, flooding me with hot, thick spurts. I felt every jes, feli him jerk inside me as he emptied completely, hips grinding against mine like he wanted to fuse us together

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We collant, sweetalick, shaking, hearts slamming against ech other. His come leaked out slowly warm and thick down asy thighs. He stayed inside fire softerong but still filling me, like he refused to let go

NEXT DAY**

The ceiling was white and unbothered.

I stared at it for a long moment, lying very still, listening to the city hun floors below like nothing had happened like the world was exactly the same as it had been this morning

It wasn’t.

I sat up.

The sheet pooled around me, and I gathered it quickly, wrapping it around my body before my feet hit the cold Boor Norman said nothing. I didn’t look at him. I could feel him watching, but I didn’t feok.

I walked downstairs.

My clothes were scattered across the living room floor in a way that told a story I was already trying to forget. I found my skirt first, stepped into it, and smoothed it down. Then my bra. I reached behind me, fastened the clasp, and looked aroun for my blouse.

I found it in two separate places.

I held up the closest piece and stared at it.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the stairs.

I looked up.

Norman stood at the bottom, shirt half buttoned, hair undone, looking irritatingly composed for a man who had absolute! no right to look that way right now.

I held up the blouse.

He had the decency not to smile.

‘Do you have something I can wear?” I asked. “You tore my blouse. Remember?”

He leaned against the wall, tilting his head slightly. “Do I look like someone who wears blouses?”

“I don’t know, Norman.” I dropped the ruined fabric onto the couch. “Maybe you do. Or may be-1 glanced around the room and let the pause do its work- “your girlfriend left some here.”

Something shifted in his expression. “My girlfriend.”

“I saw you with her. In your office this morning” I kept my voice even, unbothered, like I was discussing quarterly figu “And she was here tonight as well. I can smell the same perfume – the same one from your office “I turned and pointed toward the coffee table. “And that would explain those.”

He turned.

Two wine glasses on the table. One still holding the dark residue of red at the bottom A half-filled bottle beside them –

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The silence lasted courtly three sex puds

He turned bark and exhaled slowly ruddy “you called few minutes later

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I looked at him for a moment

Then I looked away

‘I don’t care,” I said simply “I never asked

He rubbed his face with both hands, the quiet frustration of a man who had word hung

ny of them

‘I don’t have a blouse,” he said finally “But I can give you a chur

Wait here”

He went upstairs. I stood in the middle of his living room wrapped in town’s art and s empty room. He came back down a minute later and held out a folded shirt

“Thanks,” I said.

I pulled it on, buttoned it efficiently, and tucked the front into my skirt It swallowed mur slay as the bes think about why that was

I picked up my bag, took one step toward the door, then stopped abruptly.

I slowly turned around.

This never happened.”

Norman looked at me. That quiet, unhurried look that had always made me feel like he was reading event pages and

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