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“Wanna fuck you with a view of that ass, Daze.”

A warm palm strokes over my panties. Then a thumb presses the fabric between the cracks in my cheeks. My body jolts when he presses close to my asshole.

When I stand back up, Vandal’s arms wrap around my waist. Then his hand dips beneath the waistband of my panties.

“You’re taking too long,” he mutters against my ear.

His other hand comes up and cups my throat, holding my head back to his chest.

Thick fingers slide over my clit. “Put your feet outside of mine,” he says.

I do as he asks. But it’s only when they’re in position that I realize just how far apart they are.

I’ve never really struggled to orgasm, but I’ve never been able to while standing. When the thought intrudes, Vandal bites my shoulder.

“Focus on me,” he reminds, as if he knows I got into my own head again. “This pussy is mine. The only fingers allowed to touch it are mine.”

Within the confine of my panties, he pulls his fingers away from my skin, then slaps firmly over my clit.

The action makes me jump against him, and I feel the hardness of his cock against my back.

He repeats the action twice more. And I find it impossible to believe that the orgasm is right there on the edge already.

Slowly, his thick finger breaches between my lips, and I suck in air as I press my head back against his chest.

“Already drenched for me,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. Then his tongue brushes over my lobe before he nips it.

He slides his finger into me, and I can’t help the way my hips roll against his hand.

“Vandal,” I cry out.

“Love it when you’re greedy. I wanna feel you come tight around my fingers. Wanna wring an orgasm out of you before I get my cock out. Because when I do, I’m not gonna be able to stop.”

He circles my clit, then slides back inside.

“I’m gonna wanna rut inside you, babe. Balls deep when I come. I’m gonna fill you so full, you’re gonna feel like you wanna burst apart.”

I grab hold of his wrists, the one pinning my neck, the one fucking me so thoroughly.

My brain can no longer control my body. My legs shake, and my breath comes thick and fast.

The speed of his finger fucking me increases, his knuckles brushing my clit with every stroke. The pressure isn’t enough, and yet I don’t want this sensation to end.

“Van,” I cry when it gets too much, but he lets go of my neck and places his palm over my mouth.

“Not too loud,” he chides. “Although one day, I’m gonna enjoy hearing you scream.”

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Islip my hand around Daisy’s waist and hold her up. Because the moment she comes so fucking perfectly on my finger that I’m fit to come in my jeans, she loses all control as her knees buckle.

With club girls, I’ve been somewhat indifferent to their enjoyment. I mean, I’m a gentleman, and unlike some bikers, I think sex is better if both parties benefit. But compared to this, it was just a transaction.

Meanwhile, Daisy in her practical white panties, almost takes me down to my knees with her.

Because I want this vulnerability and this openness with her for the rest of my life. I want to make love to her and fuck her in equal measure.