My unexpected tinder flower [MF] continued.

Daisy…

My tinder flower was insatiable. We spent nearly every night together after that first night. There were no dates. No time outside the house. Nothing else. She would come over and we would devour each other.

That first night we had sex twice and I was stirred early in the pre-dawn hours by her giving what is, to this day, the best and sloppiest blowjob I’ve ever received. I didn’t cum from it, I had nothing left in me to give her, but the look of joy that giving me pleasure gave her was haunting. That smirk she had. She always had it. In the faintest amount of light creeping into my room at 3 in the morning with her handing gliding up and down my saliva soaked lap I could still make out that slight upturn to the corners of her mouth.

She left that morning as I left for work, neither of us saying much besides a pat on her wonderful ass as we walked to our cars. We spoke throughout the day, replaying our favorite parts of the night and reliving our lust for one another. We had already spoke about getting tested. The condom was too much between us. Two days later I was tested. She had gone before our first meeting. The wait was insufferable. Not that it hindered us much, we fucked like rabbits who wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. We pulled an actual all nighter just pleasing one another, making the others bodies shake and cum and pushing each other’s boundaries.

She talked so dirty and got me to open up and express myself verbally while I laid siege to her body. She wanted it to be rough, an experience that she had lacked, I choked and spanked and slapped her until most of her body was red and her throat was nearly bruised. Our chemistry in bed was wild. Not that it was just in bed. We had sex everywhere, the floor, the shower, the couch, the table, the kitchen island, against the wall. It. Did. Not. Matter.

The clinic I went to was one of those places that only calls you if there was a problem and promised to do so within 10 days. It was day 7. No surprise that Daisy was over and in my bed. We were having a blast tormenting each other. Talking about how much we couldn’t wait to feel the skin on skin contact that we longed for as we laid nude next to one another. We hardly ever had clothes on. She rolled over and straddled my waist and grabbed my hands lifting them slight above my head. I let her hold me there, she loved this illusion of power that I’d give her some times before I had my way with her turning her into a trembling puddle in the middle of the bed. Daisy turned on her charm, that smirk of hers almost audible in her words as she spoke about how badly she wanted me inside of her. How she didn’t want to wait any longer. She ground into my lap with no regard for how hard I was. Dragging her lips over my shaft they would part and grip me as she dragged her hips from base to tip.

Her body quivered as she continued to speak to me. Telling me how close we were. How we had already crossed this invisible barrier and we might as well. She never stopped dragging her hips back and forth. My shaft was a hot dog between her lips. Her wetness coating me. I yanked my arms out of her hands and moved them to her ass pulling her hips off of me. I told her we couldn’t. It was one of her rules and part of our agreement. I didn’t want her to sacrifice her morals just days before we were ‘all clear’ did I? She was distraught as the friction between us was broken as I lifted her up so there was space between us. She whined slightly as she wiggled her hips in the air. I pulled her back down on to me and she exhaled as our bodies made contact once again. Daisy picked her grinding back up and thanked me for not giving in. She appreciated that I wasn’t going to let her break her rules.

Her words and waist were not in agreement.

She ground down harder and pulled herself past the tip so that every time she slid back down my head would just barely tease her opening. Eyes half closed, smirk on display, words pouring out almost in whispers she continued her motions. I didn’t say anything back this time as my hands squeezed her ass that I had become so well acquainted with. She gyrated her hips again dragging herself all the way up past my tip again as she let out an exasperated breath. Without a word I shifted my hips causing my cock to spring up slightly as I pulled her ass back down my body. My aim was true as I sunk into her waiting hole and pulled her all the way down to my base. The breathy moan that escaped her mouth and the feeling of relief that we both felt may well live on in me forever.

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