CHAPTER 4

Chapter 4

I used Daniel.

Damn, it felt good to admit that.

I never loved the guy, at least not as much as I claimed. He was everything Anthony wasn't, and that was exactly why I was with him. Well, that was what I told myself.

The first time we had sex, I pictured him as Anthony.

But that couldn't work because he wasn't as good as Anthony. He didn't have the moves, he didn't dirty talk, he didn't tease me and make me beg, and he sure as hell couldn't last all night. 

I tried to manage him but I couldn't. So I decided to teach him to be the man I wanted in my bed.

As of last night, Daniel did make my legs tremble. That meant his skills had gone up a notch. However, there was one thing he never got right.

He never went down on his knees for me, even when I asked.

Probably an ego thing.

Well, guess who had a man on his knees, tongue out and panting like a dog who had ran the entire world to get to her?

Yep, you guessed right!

Anthony pulled down my shorts, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from my ankle to my ass. He smacked again, and I grabbed the table with a yelp.

“I want to taste you,” he drawled, his finger running over my soaked panties. “Damn, you're so wet.”

I leaned further into the table, spreading my legs.

“That's good,” he groaned. “Part those legs for me like a good little girl.”

“Mmmm!” I moaned.

His fingers moved up and down my dripping coochie, his other hand grabbing my ass. Impatiently, I reached down and loosened the knot holding my panties together. It came falling off and Anthony's groan was my way of knowing he approved. 

“Fuck, look at that pink pussy.”

Pressing my body to the table, I wiggled my ass in his face. He smacked them, while his fingers found my clitoris.

I shivered, my toes curling inward. Anthony rubbed that vein intentionally, like it was his job to make my body melt with pleasure.

Daniel never knew the right spot and it drove me insane in a bad way. This… what Anthony was doing to me right now, this was driving me insane too, but in the best way possible.

His other hand grabbed my other ass and he spread them apart. The warmth of his breath against my pussy made me clench.

“You're so beautiful, doll,” Anthony breathed. “You're so beautiful.”

The things he said… another way Daniel could never compare.

But why the fuck was I even comparing? Daniel was never in Anthony's league and I did myself dirty by thinking I could settle for that when I could have all of… 

His tongue flickered over me and his name tumbled out of my mouth without restraint.

…this.

“You like that?” He asked, doing it again.

I shut my eyes tightly, letting the waves of pleasure run through my veins. “Fuck, yes!”

His tongue and fingers on my pussy was the best thing I had felt in years. In no time, I was quivering. Yelling his name and begging him not to stop.

Just when I thought I was going to get the climax I so badly needed, he pulled out. I let out a loud whimper in protest and in response, he smacked me.

I was breathless by the time he grabbed my neck. You probably think I wouldn't like that. Well, you are so wrong. What better way to know your man is doing it right than by you being utterly out of breath?

He pulled me off the table and right into his chest, his breath tracing my skin. His voice against my ear was rough and filled with untamed desire.

“Your turn to go on your knees, doll,” he said. “I want to feel your throat clenching around my cock the same way your pussy did around my fingers.”

I nodded, my eyes glowing with enthusiasm. 

“Now.”

My body moved before my mind could catch up. I went down on both knees, eagerly tackling his belt and pulling both his pants and boxer down. His cock jerked, slapping against my face.

A mesmerized sound left my lips, my eyes taking in all of him.

He was bigger than I remembered, like this part of my memories could never compare to the real thing.

It was still hard to believe this was even happening.

I cupped his dick with both hands, darting my tongue across the tip. He groaned, his hand finding my hair. I kept my eyes open, kept them on him, just the way he liked it.

Cupping his balls with one hand, I stroked him while flickering my tongue all over. Losing patience, Anthony pushed his dick right into my mouth. I began sucking without delay, tasting the salty drip of his precum. 

His moan echoed in the room, his grip on my hair tightening as he fucked my mouth. My eyes watered up with every thrust, my tongue sticking out as I tried not to gag.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, Daisy.”

I played with his balls, reaching for my breasts too. Anthony's eyes followed my movements.

“I want to fuck those breasts too,” he said through gritted teeth. “I want my cock on every part of your perfect body.”

I knelt properly so that my breasts were facing his cock. He grabbed both of them, thrusting roughly in between. His head fell back as his body trembled with every move. 

I liked, no scratch that, I loved seeing him this way. Untethered, falling over the edge… for me.

It didn't matter that this was probably one of my very advanced hallucinations. I wanted nothing more than to be one with him.

My hand went to my pussy and I began rubbing. I was throbbing, dripping without control.

“Play with your pussy,” Anthony growled. “Good girl.”

I bit my lower lip, increasing my pace. “It wants you. This pussy wants you.”

He nodded. “Get up.”

I obeyed.

Anthony grabbed my hips and pulled me off my feet effortlessly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, startled by the sudden movement but certain that I would not fall.

He moved, back to the table that I had unconsciously cleared. Placing me on top, he parted my legs, all while holding my gaze.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“God,” I moaned. “You have no idea.”

“Not God,” he warned, grabbing my neck. “He's not here. The only name I want to hear is mine.”

I nodded.

His grip tightened. “Use your words.”

“Yes. Yes, Anthony.”

The veins around his neck showed how much he was trying to hold back. I didn't want him to. I wanted all of him.

“Please,” I rubbed my pussy. “Fuck me now, pretty boy.”

His eyes dimmed, like they always did when I called him that. Then he smirked, the most dangerous smirk I had ever seen.

“Oh, I will,” he pushed my legs open. “Legs on my shoulders, doll.”