Page 59 of Vandal Unbound

Her calf is smooth beneath my hand, but it’s her pussy that has my full attention. Sweet and pink and already shimmering with wetness. My cock pushes against my jeans, and I need to rearrange myself before I lie down.

I nip the crease of her thigh, her mound. Using my thumbs, I lift the hood of her clit and lick over it softly.

A gasp escapes Daisy, so I do it again.

Her hands slide into my hair, but I reach and readjust her left hand because it’s too close to my injuries and the pressure hurts.

“Sorry,” she says, trying to free her hand altogether.

I look up at her. “No. Leave it. I like it. Just hold a little farther back.”

She does as I ask. “Please, Vandal.”

“Please, what, sweetheart?”

“Your tongue. Lick me.”

I smile against the lips of her pussy. “Because you asked so nicely.”

It was my very intention to go slow, to savor. But one taste of her and I’m hooked. I grind my cock into the bed as the savoryand sweet flavor of her consumes me. I know the breadth of my shoulders is stretching her thighs wide, so I encourage her to shift one of her legs over my shoulder. When I slide my hands beneath her ass and change the angle, she gasps.

Nothing is better than the sound of a woman getting off. It’s right up there with the sound of a well-tuned Harley.

She bucks when I add a finger, and I can see her clamping her mouth shut to swallow the sounds she wants to make.

“One day I’ll do this to you somewhere private,” I say. “Where you can make as much noise as you want, because I really want to hear you beg me for more.”

Fuck, she’s so tight and wet. Once buried inside, I move my finger, signing my name.

V. A. N.

Daisy gasps at the intrusion. My fingers are thick, but if she’s this sensitive, I can’t wait for her to feel my cock breaching her open.

D. A. L.

I smile to myself. “You’re mine now, Daisy.”

I suck on her clit and then lap it. I do it in time with the thrust of my finger. Then I add a second.

Daisy shifts her hand, reaching for a decorative pillow she tossed to one side, and holding it over her face when she moans.

My cock leaks. I’m probably leaving wet stains on my denim.

“Oh, God,” I hear Daisy murmur beneath the pillow.

Then her hips lift, her back arching off the bed.

And a strangled cry is muffled through the pillow.

Just one word.

My name.

Vandal.

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