Daisy | Simon Riley

|48| Simon POV - Explicit Content 18+ (complete filth y'all, minors be ware)

There was something tickling his back. A light pressure that dotted and trailed up his spine before Drew's hand slid around his waist.

"Hey, sweet girl," he rasped, turning his head to look at her as she rested her chin on his shoulder blade.

"Morning," she mumbled back, letting her fingers trace shapes across his side.

He turned beneath the covers, tugging her toward him and giving her a quick kiss before letting her rest on his chest. "How long have you been up for?"

"Just a few minutes..."

"How are you feeling?"

A self-assured look came to her eye, "I told you; I can hold my liquor."

"So confident in yourself, huh?" he teased.

"I'm stronger than I look," she retorted with a cheeky smile.

"Aye," he agreed before he laid his head back into the pillow and shut his eyes, "you are."

Her fingers busied themselves caressing his chest, tracing the grooves of his muscles and scars.

"You're lucky I'm not ticklish."

"I wish you were," she teased, tracing the edges of her fingernail down his side as if to test his statement.

But it only relaxed him further and he took a long breath in, enjoying her teasing touches, back and forth, up and down. Then further down. He couldn't hold back the tilt of his lips as her fingers brushed against the band of his boxers, and to his contentment, they ventured even lower.

And when her hand began stroking his stiffening dick, he hummed in approval. "Keep goin', love," he encouraged, eyes still shut as she tugged his boxers down.

But when she inched down and traced her tongue up the shaft of his dick, he had to open his eyes—he wouldn't miss watching as she took her time wetting and pleasuring him. When he was hard, she circled her tongue around the head, letting her spit fall slowly down his shaft before spreading it with her tongue.

He let out a groan at the sight—and the feeling—before their gazes locked. She had that hungry look in her eye where nothing else mattered except the two of them. Sometimes that hunger was for herself; when she needed so badly to cum that she would do what ever he said. And sometimes that hunger was for him; when she needed his cum.

With her eyes locked on his, she lowered herself slowly, pushing as far as she could before raising back up. Straddling his legs, she lowered again, pushing him down her throat and swallowing while keeping her eyes on him like a good girl.

It was slow and deep, and every movement pulled sounds from Simon that he didn't care to hold back.

Fuck, he loved how she belonged to him. How she would do such filthy things for him.

She pulled up, pumping her hand a few times slowly as she sucked on his head before pushing back down and bobbing. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, dragging up and down lazily before taking him into her throat again—and God, it made his head absolutely spin.

So fucking perfect.

He loved watching her eyes squeeze a little as she deep throated him, loved how she pushed herself for him. Fuck, he loved that about her. That she chose him.

She choked a little and he moaned, fingers carding through her hair.

"Such a sweet girl for me..."

He would do anything for her.