Mountain Dew//Tom Glynn Carney

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

Mature content ahead 18+

Tom backed Daisy up against her bedroom wall, dipping his hands under her dress pulling it up. She wanted them in her so badly, she wanting him in her.

"Tom-" she said faintly but Tom shook his head, "No more talking" his lips quickly found the curve of her neck as his hands sought the soft skin if her upper thighs and his knee nudged in between them, spreading them apart.

Daisy sucked in a breath as he cupped the heated warmth of her, finding her damp and ready. He hooked his fingers in her panties and stripped them from her, a gasp leaving her lips.

Her knees felt weak, her limbs like molted chocolate as he slid his hands up the back of her thigh pulling them closer to him. Tom was slow and when he dipped his fingers into the slick wetness of her and made a tortured sound at the back of his throat.

"You are so turned on" he said in a deep voice, she arched into his hand as he produced a slow, deep rhythm.

He looked up at Diasy, her eyes were close and her mouth slightly open as she enjoyed the pleasure Tom was giving her.

He pressed his lips against her in a sweet yet deep kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth, her body clenched around his fingers as he pleasured her.

Sliding his hands out of her, they shifted to her arse to take the weight of her, pushing her against the wall and wrapping her legs around him.

She arched against him, dying to have him inside her once again, her hands lowered as she felt the hardness of his dick against his jeans and went for the button of his pants.

He pulled away from the kiss, "Feel free" he begun kissing down her neck, "to put it to great use."

She pulled the zipper down and slid her hands into his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his silken length, a low moaned escape his mouth as she stroked him.

Then, she slid him side her, a loud moan coming out of her mouth, the pleasure of him inside her way the only thing she could think of, the only thing she could feel.

"I think you can take over now" she mutter desperate for him.

Smirking, he walked her to the bed and slowly laid her down and slid out of her in a quick motion, "Tom" she plead and he licked his lips.

He hovered over her slowly taking off his t-shirt, Daisy staring like it was the first time she had every was it, and technically it was the first time she was seeing his lean figure, seeing it up close.

Her hands over his jeans and slowly pulled it down, along with his boxers, a low giggle left Daisy mouth but was soon muffled by Tom's mouth over hers.

Daisy didn't know when but Tom had everything pulled her dress off her body, he slowly kissed his way down her jaw, to her neck then her chest all the way down to her core.

She allowed him to shift her thighs apart with his hands, part her wet and aroused flesh, setting his mouth to her.

Her body clenched once he slid his tongue against her, it was like a heat wave, again and again he lapped her, licked her.

She took a handful of the bedding, moan after moan left her mouth, each louder than the once before. Then he stopped.

Shock much have been all over her face, since he laughed low in his throat and rolled over pulling her on top of him.

He guided the wide tip of him against her, cradling her hips in his hands and slowly she brought herself on the length that was his dick.

Her gasp split the air.

"Slowly" he murmured and she Sam down on him, inches by inches until finally she had taken him to the hilt.

Slowly she started to move, deliberate circles, shallower then deeper. She slipped off him, then took him deep again, Tom groaned closing his eyes and letting her ride him until his breathing became faster.

His hands guiding her hips, stroke by stroke he messaged her until every nerve ending in her body was centered on the connection they shared.

"Lean forward" he encouraged and she did, slanted her hips over the sensuous fullness of his because she couldn't resist him and let the sensation hit her exactly where she need them to.

Her orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave, deeper, stronger, more shattering than semhe every experienced. A guttural moan left Tom's throat as her body clenched around his and drew his own release.

It was the sexist thing she ever had.