Cuffing The Law Book 2 in The Willowbrook Series

Untitled Part 37

Deacon

Damn my heart is still racing, Daisy has got me doing summersaults and all sorts of things. I swear I had fireworks go off and bright white lights as I released with her moving against me, her hips moving with mine as one. The way her pussy grabbed me, tight and needy. As she lays in my arms, one of her arms stretched out across my chest, her breathing slow and gentle and murmuring like a kitten when it is dozing off, fills my entire being with something. I don't know what because trust me, I have never felt anything like this before.

But the way we were together just now, that was all together a new experience for me. I have never been so turned on by a woman, never taken to such heights or felt a release like that. The earth felt as if it had moved. I look down at her and my heart literally bursts, it explodes and the fierceness in my chest to take care of her and protect her is so strong it scares the holy crap out of me.

She's soft, gentle and so damn small compared to me, the way she fits in my arm her head on my chest giving off sighs of contentment, my chest is puffing like a bear. "You okay, you need anything? A damp, warm cloth?"

She sighs and places a kiss on my chest. "No, I'm all good for now." Her voice is full of innuendo. "Can't wait for the next round. You sure do know how to keep a girl hungry for more, Deacon. Is it like this with all the girls? Have you always been so amazing at sex? It was incredible, like I've never had anything feeling this way before."

Damn, if that doesn't make my chest swell even more and make me have a big head. Am I really her first too at experiencing what has just passed between us? Thank God, because I want it to be that way, I want to be the first man that has made her orgasm quite like that. Earth shattering, earth moving and taking her to dizzy heights and beyond. Like she just did to me. I cannot identify what this feeling is that is going on inside my chest, all I know is that I never want to let Daisy go again. I want to hold her like this every day, I want her in my bed forever, until I am old, grey and a gnarly ninety year old man.

"So, you think I'm good in bed do you then, Buttercup?" She gives me a playful punch on my chest.

"Of course. And yes, this is the first time it has felt like this for me. Did you feel it too?" Her voice is a whisper, kind of like she is somewhat nervous to ask. I forget, Daisy is ten years younger than me. Holy crap. Ten years. What have I just done, having sex with her and being Logan's sister too.? The kid with the braces, pig tails, running around with dungarees, who'd have thought that one day she would be in my bed.

Listen, don't get me wrong I have wanted Daisy ever since she began to change when she was in High School. I couldn't help noticing that the young kid, Logan's little sister was growing up, the way she began to fill out her T-shirts, her endlessly long, lean legs, the way her face took on a more grown up look and that smile that could knock a ball right on out of the park. Yeah, I noticed and I was hungry for her then. It seems I have been hungry for Daisy, my Buttercup since she was about sixteen. It makes me feel like a damn, old pervert if I am honest.

"It was different for sure, Buttercup. You made me see white flashing lights and fireworks. You hang the moon, Daisy." She giggles like a teenager and runs her hand over my chest, causing the heat to rise from my groin again. I swear this woman has a magic touch, she definitely has a hold on me. My dick responds to her featherlight touch and I know I am ready to go again. But, I have to remember that Daisy will need a break, she must be sore since she was so tight and I am not built that way.

"Good. I've waited a long old time for you, Marshal Deacon I'll have you know and now I've got you." She sounds like the cat that got the cream. I chuckle and kiss the top of her head and pull her in closer to me.