Page 100 of Vandal Unbound

Her pussy clenches around me. “Please, Gideon.”

My palm hits her square on the round of her cheek.

“Oh, God,” she gasps.

I lean forward and place my lips next to her ear. “It’s Gideon. Or Vandal. No other men in this bed.”

Roughly, I grip her ass, before spanking her again, and Daisy buries her face into the mattress to moan.

I dip my thumb into her wetness and run it up over her asshole. It’s not enough, so I spit on her, which feels degrading and yet is one of the hottest things I’ve ever done with her.

In contrast to my thrusts, I press my thumb inside her comfortably.

“Oh, God,” she whispers. “It’s too much.”

“I said use my name.” But this time when I spank her, I feel a rush of water between our legs, and?—

“Fuck, Daze, are you a squirter?” I ask as she cries out and shudders.

“Sometimes,” she says, but the tone is one of embarrassment.

I stop thrusting for a second. “Don’t be embarrassed. You know how hot that is? One day, we’re gonna play a game where we sit out on the deck, and every hour on the hour, I’m gonna make you come until you squirt.”

Her pussy clenches around me again, and this time I’m gone. My head is filled with the thought of how Daisy’s body responds to mine. Visions of her on the chair out on the deck, her heels perched on either side of her, wide open to me with a bare pussy, while I work her over with my fingers, mouth, and cock.

Knew there was a reason I put in the outdoor shower.

My cock throbs and aches at the thought of it.

I return my thumb to her asshole and can feel the movement of my cock.

“One more, Daze,” I command. “I wanna feel you come on me, squirt on me again. It’s so fucking hot.”

I slip a hand between her and the mattress to reach her clit. I’m not gentle. I slap it, tug on it, and rub hard circles over it. Her hips thrust such that she grinds against me.

Desperation is a cloak we both wear, one we’re aching to escape.

“Ah, fuck, Daze. Please. Don’t make me wait.”

My orgasm is already hammering its way along my spine.

“Oh, Van,” Daisy whispers on a sob as she starts to shake. And then I feel it. The way she clenches me. The wet warmth running between us.

I can’t hold back any longer, and I have to weld my mouth shut to not let out an explosive bark when I come.

Wave after wave of breathtaking pleasure and release.

I fall forward over Daisy, lost in the scent of her shampoo, and the warmth of her back, and the taste of sweat on her skin as I kiss her shoulder.

“Fuck, Daisy,” I grunt, slowing my thrusts while I ride out the aftershocks, shuddering as I do so.

Daisy gasps for breath, and I realize I’m squashing her, so I take my weight on my arms.

“You okay?” I ask.

When Daisy turns her head to face mine, she’s a mess. Tears trail down her face. But she smiles. “I want to do it again.”

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