4 Book 2: His Obsession

Hey guys so this is a short sex story, hope you enjoy.

Blurb: He craves her , wants her , watches her and bids his time in making his move and when finally he did, she becomes his Obsession.

Or will she be his undoing?

She knows nothing about him except his been her secret admirer sending her flowers and love notes every single day . He's the mystery man in her life or more like stalker .

This is a fantasy based story , I don't actually think it has happened that anyone has had sex with there stalker like mystery admirer.

So it's all a fantasy...

Hope you like the naughty bits...

Daisy's P.O.V.

You can call me crazy but am definitely not normal anyway I've fallen in love more like lust with someone I know not .

Six months ago after moving to Brooklyn I started receiving love notes and Daisy flowers just like my name which is my favorite type of flowers.

I wonder how he knew and I seem to don't care much but all I really want to do is to see the mystery man who's been hunting my dreams faceless , I know it's stupid yeah some people might say I need help but I really don't care am a woman who knows what she wants and my core wants him.

Although have not seen him but the phone calls , texts , flowers make me want him more I still wonder how he was able to get my number"snapping out of my thoughts I'm three bites away from finishing my cereal when there's a knock on my door.

I'm startled at first; I never get visitors."since I pretty much dont know anyone here I mostly keep to myself thinking it may be a neighbor or something, I set my plate down and check the peephole before opening the door. A man in a white dress shirt and tie, with some type of name tag is standing there holding a small brown package.

I open the door. "Can I help you?"

"Miss Redwood?" he asks, looking up from the clipboard in his hand.

"Yes, that's me."

"I have a delivery for you."

"But I didn't-"

He thrusts the clipboard and pen at me. I look over the invoice, but it gives nothing.

"If I can just get you to sign right here," he says, tapping the bottom of the page.

Confused, and a little dazed at what the package could possibly be, I numbly scribble my name across the signature line and hand him back the invoice. He flips the page over and rips off the sheet beneath it and hands it, along with the package, over to me.

"Have a good day, ma'am."

I watch as he turns and walks away. I look down at the package in my hand, absentmindedly closing the door and walking to the kitchen. I try to rack my brain to see if I bought anything recently and come up blank.

I set the package down on the counter and look at it cautiously. It's in plain brown paper and about the size of a small box. I scoot it around and see no return address". Strange .

I don't really have any friends besides my colleagues at work . I work as a veterinarian, and I've not actually been friendly so who would send me something or could it be Mr M. Is it normal to receive packages out of the blue? What could it be?

Oh well, I guess there's only one way to find out if it's him.

I turn it around so the end is facing me and slide my finger beneath the tape. Once the tape is loose, I pull a white box out. I suck in a sharp breath when I see the words Victoria secret across the top. It's one of my favorite lingerie brands. It's also very expensive.

Nervously, I lift the lid and put it to the side. Pink tissue paper lays across the top. I lift it away and see a small white envelope resting on top of a sheer piece of fabric. I pull out a cream postcard size piece of paper.

Wear me tonight.

Mr M."it's the nickname name I gave to my secret crush since I don't know his name .

That's it. That's all there is."panic and excitement flowed through my vein , ok I get that it's real weird getting gifts from someone who could possibly be a murderer or a rapist or maybe a serial killer but am willing to tempt fate and give in to my inner desires.

Does this mean he's going to show himself tonight? Warmth and excitement hits my chest at the possibility, then nervousness and uncertainty set in. Am I really ready to meet him?

I carefully slide the card back inside the envelope and put it on top of the lid, then reach out for the sheer material. It feels so soft and smooth in my hand. I've always had a thing for expensive lingerie; it's my guilty pleasure. I know it's a habit I shouldn't have, since it's such an expensive one, but it's one thing I refuse to give up. There's no better feeling than having the softest silky material against your skin all day. The contents of my underwear drawer are probably the most expensive thing in my house.

What I lift out of the box has me gasping in delight. It's a white colbalt babydoll with a lace-covered satin bodice and short flowing sheer skirt that I know will show more than hide. There's also a pair of satin white low-rise bikinis that would barely cover the curve of my ass, and a piece of soft scarf-length material. I pull the long piece of fabric out and run my fingers over it. It's just as smooth as the babydoll.

I know I shouldn't, but I can't wait to feel this against my body. I should be scared of the possibility of meeting Mr M, and yes, I am a bit nervous, but the anticipation outweighs the nervousness tenfold. I just hope he's everything I've dreamed of him being, and not the psychopath he could be.

I carefully put everything back inside the box and carry it to my room where I put it on the bed. I'm not sure what Mr M has planned tonight, or what time I should be ready, but I figure it won't be until later.

Leaving the gorgeous lingerie behind, I walk back to the kitchen to finish my cereal, bouncing on my heels the entire time with a huge grin on my face."can't wait for what's coming next.

I step out of the shower after spending a good thirty minutes underneath the spray. I've shaved and reshaved my legs, arm pits, and my pussy. I've shampooed and deep conditioned my hair so it will be soft and glossy once it dries. Standing in front of the mirror, I apply a sweet lavender scented lotion all over my body. Next, I brush my teeth twice and swish around some mouthwash until my mouth feels like it's on fire. After drying my hair and leaving it falling loosely down my back in soft waves, I leave the bathroom and walk to my bed where the lingerie is still sitting in its box.

Some people may say I'm crazy for going to such lengths to impress a guy I've never met, and they're right. But you know what? I have no fucks to give and have decided to throw caution to the wind and take a chance. It's a chance I may well regret, but it's one I'll regret even more if I don't.

I've never had a man think so much of me that he would go to the lengths that Mr M has just to know me. For six months, he's taken the time to send me flowers that he knew I loved. Who does that? Every woman wants such a man, but even I have to admit the circumstances here are worrisome. But I have to know what this is, and figure out if it's something worth going forward with.

He talks to me like he'd do anything to please me. He's already shown me that he wants to take care of me, making me think of him as one of the dark daddies you read about in those MMA romance novels. You know, the guys that will do anything, be anything, and will drop everything for the girl? The whole idea of him is like a fantasy come true. I want that fantasy to become a reality in my bed so bad.

I slide the lingerie out of the box and run my fingers over the lacy cups. I haven't heard from Mr M yet, and the more time that passes, the more anxious and nervous I get. I let my towel slide to the floor and slip my feet into the panties. Just as I predicted, my ass hangs out of the sides. But it looks sexy. I pick up the nightie, slip it on, and let it glide down my body. The material feels like heaven against my skin.

Walking back to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. Although I love expensive bras and love expensive bras and panties, it's not often I wear nighties. I sleep naked, and I haven't had a permanent sexual relationship in over a year am what you call a no strings attached kinda girl, so there wasn't really any need. Looking at myself now, with my hair down around my shoulders, my tanned skin against the stark white of the nightie with my curves all out, my cheeks pink from excitement, and the smile I can't keep off my face, I have to admit, even to myself, I look sexy.

The cups of the nightie hug my breasts and push them up, giving me ample cleavage. You can see my dark pink aroused nipples through the material. Right between my breasts, it separates and flows loosely down my stomach until it reaches just below my waistline. I feel sensual and decadent.

I walk out of the bathroom, unsure of what to do next. Obviously, he has something planned, but I have no idea what. It could just be him calling and us talking on the phone. I want to hear his voice again, but I'd rather hear it in person.

I grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and a wine glass out of the cabinet before walking back to the bedroom. I pour myself a glass and set it on my nightstand, just as I settle down on top of the covers with my phone in my lap. I feel like a desperate hussy waiting on a booty call, and it makes me giggle .

I decide to bring up the web novel app on my phone and read for a bit while I wait on whatever is going to happen next. I recline back against my fluffy pillows and curl my legs beneath me. I admire the silky feeling rubbing against my stomach and upper thighs.

A few minutes later, I'm so absorbed in my book that I jump when my phone starts playing "If you ready come and get it"by Selena Gomez My stomach quivers and my palms start to sweat as I look down at the screen and see Mr M's name. I wipe my palms on my bedspread and swipe my finger across the screen. I can't help the rush of excitement I feel as I bring the phone to my ear.

"Hi," I say breathlessly.

"Hello, Daisy," comes his deep, velvety reply

We're doing things the way I want it"his deep velvet voice said , I could feel shivers running down my spine.

Mr M's .P.O.V

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Fuck if I know what I'm going to do if she says no. I don't know how much longer I can hold off. I need the extra time to worm my way in, but if she's not willing to give it, I may go insane.

She stays silent. Through the darkness and into the light of her room, I watch as her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing. Her back is straight with her feet planted on the floor. The split in her nightie is open enough that I can see her flat stomach and the tops of her thighs. The wisp of material covering her pussy is so small, it's barely noticeable. She bites her bottom lip, mimicking what I'm dying to do.

I wait with bated breath as she comes to her decision. I release a relieved sigh when she finally relaxes and whispers quietly, "Okay."

Although she agreed, she still keeps her eyes on the window.

"Do you have the scarf?" I ask.

she nods, knowing I can see her.

"I want you to use it to cover your eyes. Tie it good for me." I keep my voice low.

She hesitates, thinking through if she should do as I ask, I'm sure, before she gives another nod.

"Good girl. After you do that, I want you to lie back against the pillows and wait for me Daddy is coming."i said smiling.

"But how will you get in?" she asks with uncertainty but with a sexy tone.

"Don't worry about that. But you have to promise not to remove the scarf."

Time stands still as I wait for her acceptance. I wonder if I've pushed too far and asked too much of her. I can understand her reluctance. I'm a stranger, and I'm asking her to trust me with not only entering her home, but also with her body. She has no reason to, but obviously there's something about me that makes her want to.

"I promise." She says it so quietly, I barely hear it.

A bout of pleasure rushes into my chest and goes straight to my cock. It pulses in my jeans, and I feel a drop of precum leak from the tip.

"Go ahead, Beautiful," I coax in a strained voice.

I stand in the shadows and wait with anticipation as she grabs the silk scarf from beside her and presses the material against her eyes. After she ties it in place, she slowly scoots back until she's lying with her head on the pillows.

"Stay there and wait for me."

Even to my own ears, my tone sounds rough.

I turn away from the window and am about to hang up, when her frantic voice stops me.

"Wait!"

When I turn back, her body's as stiff as a board. The hand that's not clutching the phone is balled into a fist at her side. Even through the window, I can feel the tension radiating off

I watch through the window as a stunning smile crosses her lips. It almost takes my fucking breath away.

"What are you doing right now?" I ask, just to see what she says.

"Lying on my bed, talking to you."

"Did you like my gift?"

"I did... it's georgous. Thank you." She lovingly fiddles with the hem of the nightie. "I'm wearing it right now, actually."

"I know," I reveal softly.

Her fingers stop playing with the material and her body gives a small jerk. Her eyes begin darting around the room. "What? How?"

"Hush," I soothe, and watch her body relax slightly, although she still seems a little tense. "I'll explain later. Tell me how it feels against your skin."

It takes her several seconds, but she lays her head back against the headboard and lets out a small sigh before answering.

"It feels good. It's soft and smooth, and it feels cool. I love how it fits perfectly against my curves. It makes me feel incredibly sexy. How did you know what I wanted?"

"I've already told you, there's a lot I know about you. You deserve everything you've ever wanted, Daisy, and I needed to know what those things were. I plan to be the man that gives you everything and make your deepest darkest desires come to life ." I said

"I have a confession," I whisper to her.

Through the window, I watch as Daisy adjusts on the bed and scissors her legs, like she's trying to relieve an ache between them.

"What?" It sounds like a moan and my body goes completely rigid.

"I can see you." The whisper comes out huskily.

I'm prepared when Daisy quickly sits up in bed. Her gaze snaps around the room for a split second before it lands on the window. I've already stepped back into the shadows so she can't see me.

She scoots to the side of the bed and prepares to get up when I demand, "Don't."

It's obvious she's waging a war in her head as she sits on the side of the bed, her eyes stuck on the window and her body tense.

"I know it's not exactly what you wanted, but we do this my way for now. Okay?"

Fuck if I know what I'm going to do if she says no. I don't know how much longer I can hold off. I need the extra time to worm my way in, but if she's not willing to give it, I may go insane.

She stays silent. Through the darkness and into the light of her room, I watch as her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing. Her back is straight with her feet planted on the floor. The split in her nightie is open enough that I can see her flat stomach and the tops of her thighs. The wisp of material covering her pussy is so small, it's barely noticeable. She bites her bottom lip, mimicking what I'm dying to do.

I wait with bated breath as she comes to her decision. I release a relieved sigh when she finally relaxes and whispers quietly, "Okay."

Although she agreed, she still keeps her eyes on the window.

"Do you have the scarf?" I ask.

She doesn't answer verbally. Instead she nods, knowing I can see her.

"I want you to use it to cover your eyes. Tie it good for me." I keep my voice low.

She hesitates, thinking through if she should do as I ask, I'm sure, before she gives another nod.

"Good girl. After you do that, I want you to lie back against the pillows and wait for me."

"But how will you get in?she asks with uncertainty.

"Don't worry about that. But you have to promise not to remove the scarf."

Time stands still as I wait for her acceptance. I wonder if I've pushed too far and asked too much of her. I can understand her reluctance. I'm a stranger, and I'm asking her to trust me with not only entering her home, but also with her body. She has no reason to, but obviously there's something about me that makes her want to. Even the fear that I'm sure she's feeling of knowing I'm so close and can do irreparable damage to her won't keep her from saying yes.

"I promise." She says it so quietly, I barely hear it.

A bout of pleasure rushes into my chest and goes straight to my cock. It pulses in my jeans, and I feel a drop of precum leak from the tip.

"Go ahead, Beautiful," I coax in a strained voice.

I stand in the shadows and wait with anticipation as she grabs the silk scarf from beside her and presses the material against her eyes. After she ties it in place, she slowly scoots back until she's lying with her head on the pillows.

"Stay there and wait for me."

Even to my own ears, my tone sounds rough.

I turn away from the window and am about to hang up, when her frantic voice stops me.

"Wait!"

When I turn back, her body's as stiff as a board. The hand that's not clutching the phone is balled into a fist at her side. Even through the window, I can feel the tension radiating off her body.

When she speaks next, I have to press the phone harder to my ear to hear her.

"What in the hell am I doing, Mr M? How do I know you won't come in here and hurt me?"

The vulnerability I hear in her voice damn near crushes my lungs. I hate hearing this scared and uncertain side of Daisy.

I make sure my voice is strong when I reply. I want her to take my words to heart and know them for the truth they are.

"Daisy, I would rather cut off all my limbs, I won't hurt you I just want to give you pleasure I want to be allowed to worship you. You have no reason to trust me, but I swear on everything I am that I would never hurt you, because if I do, I would be hurting myself."

She takes a shaky breath that I not only hear over the phone, but also see. It's hard to stay on this side of the window when I see her struggling with her decision. I want to go to her and show her that I would never hurt her. I hope she gives me the chance.

After several tense seconds, her chest deflates and the tension in her body lessens. The ache in my stomach decreases.

"Okay then come in here and make love to me " she says delicately.

I sucked in a deep breath at the sound of her words , God help me I might do more than just fuck you baby"I thought

"Just breathe, Beautiful. I promise you won't regret letting me in." Not only into her home, but also into her body and heart, I silently add.

"Okay," she says again.

"I'm going to hang up now. Stay there, okay?"

She nods.

I hang up and pocket my phone. With one last glance at Daisy lying in bed, waiting for me, I walk to her back door. I unlock it without a sound and close and lock it behind me. My only focus at the moment is getting to her before her nerves start to take over again. On my way to her bedroom, I light two candles that I spot on an end table in her living room and take them with me.

When I make it to her room and silently slip inside, I'm not prepared for the sight that meets me, no matter how much I thought I was. There's a huge difference between watching her through a thin pane of glass and seeing her only a few feet away, lying in bed in the nightie I bought for her. Her lavender scent assaults my nose. I promise myself that tomorrow I'mself that tomorrow I'm going to buy whatever scent she's wearing so I can smell her any time I want.

She notices my presence and sucks in a sharp breath before letting it out slowly.

"Mr M," she breathes.

On unsteady legs and my stone-hard cock pressed against the rough material of my jeans, I take a step closer to her. I set the candles down on the bedside table and flip off the lights.

"I'm here, Beautiful," I tell her gently, keeping my voice low, because the sight before me has the real me wanting to come out. In anticipation of tonight, I also bought a new cologne.

The soft moan that slips from her lips at the sound of my voice has my already precarious control slipping several notches.

Why in the hell have I waited so long? Right, because my fucking body wouldn't cooperate. And then my twisted mind thought it was smart to just watch her for a while before making myself known, I answer my own internal question.

Her nightie has parted, and I can see her panties, which are sheer enough to show a small patch of darkness, even in the low candlelight. Her flat stomach is on display and it's currently moving up and down with her rapid, heavy breathing. Her lips are parted, and every few seconds her tongue darts out to lick them, tempting me beyond measure. Her hair fans out across her pillow. She is truly the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.

I feel like I can't breathe, so I unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt.

I sit on the bed by her hip and lean slightly over to rest my hand by her other hip. Feeling like I've waited a lifetime to touch her, I lightly trace my fingers across the softness of her lips. Her breath hitches.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper. "I want to both devour and cherish you."

"I want to see you," she whispers back.

"Soon, my little girl, I swear to you. Please, be patient with me."

Noticing the vase of flowers on her bedside table, I pull one of the flowers from it. Starting with her lips, I slowly run it across them. She sucks in a shuddering breath and then releases it. With a moan, she lifts her head as I trail the rose down the column of her neck. The daisy travels over her collarbone to the center of her chest, before I move it to play over one of her nipples. Her back arches off the bed. This woman amazes me with her beauty.

Needing my hands on her, I drop the rose on the bed beside her. My fingers take the same path as the rose as I glide them across the seam of her lips, and her tongue darts out to meet them. I groan in response, loving the feel of her tongue on my flesh, even if it is just my fingertips. I apply pressure on her bottom lip, opening her mouth a little wider, before I trail the digit slowly down the column of her neck. I feel her throat move when she swallows.

Instead of going the route that I know she wants me to, which is down her chest, I veer off to go across her collarbone to her shoulder. I leisurely make my way down her arm, causing goosebumps to break out across her skin, until I reach her hand. I pick it up and flip it over so her palm faces my lips. I place gentle kisses there, before taking little nibbles.

"I've waited so long to touch you," I tell her, taking one of her fingers into my mouth and sucking. I remove it, place another kiss to her palm, then put her hand against my chest, right over my heart through the opening of my shirt. "And to feel you touch me."

Her nails dig into my skin, eliciting another groan from me. Her hand is so warm and soft. I've never felt such pleasure from a single touch.

"Mr M" she sighs. Hearing the nickname she gave me sends desire racing through me. I want her to shout the name in pleasure, but I want to hear her shout my real name more. I have to force back the words that will reveal who I am. It's not time yet.

Panting, Daisy runs her hand down my chest until she reaches my abs and traces the tight muscles there. My stomach spasms with the feeling of her hands on me. It takes every single shred of control I have not to pounce on her. I want to make this good for her. Tonight isn't about me, it's about you.

When she starts to roll to her side, reaching for me with her other hand, I pull her hand from my stomach.

"No." My demand is soft.

"Please," she pleads. "Let me touch you."

I place a kiss on both her palms before placing them above her head with one hand.

"you will, later. But right now, let daddy pleasure you."

She whimpers, and I almost chuckle at the desperate soundperate sound.

"Keep your hands there."

At her nod, I glide my hand back down her arm, then remove it when I reach the side of her breast. Standing, I remove my shoes and finish unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. I decide to leave my pants on for now, because the temptation to take her will be too great if they're not in the way.

By the time I drop my shirt to the floor, Daisy's legs are seesawing on the bed and she's breathing heavily. Her face is still turned toward me. I know she can't see me, but she can hear what I'm doing.

"Do you ache for me, baby?" I ask, taunting her.

"Yes. Please, Daddy fuck me."

"Be patient for me, and I promise it'll be worth the wait."

Without waiting for a reply, I get up on the bed and straddle her waist. Having her beneath me is something I've wanted and imagined for almost a year. Having it now is so much more than I fantasized.

I lean forward to rest my hands on either side of her raised arms and glide my tongue across her lips. I'm desperate to take them, but I need to know she wants it just as much. There's been so many times she's been in my office at work, or in meetings, or when I watch her sleep at night that I've imagined kissing her. I know without knowing that she'll taste unlike anything I've ever tasted before. Once I know that taste, nothing else will ever compare. I'm already addicted to it, and I haven't even tasted her yet.

When she lifts her head to get closer to me, I have my answer. I drop my head the rest of the way and take what I've been dying to have. Her mouth opens immediately, and I dip my tongue inside. Just as I knew she would, she tastes like pure fucking heaven. We swirl our tongues together and mimic the act of sex with our mouths. I could kiss her all day and never in a million years get enough of it.

I pull back slightly, giving myself just enough room to tug on her bottom lip with my teeth. She whimpers and moans beneath me. I settle more of my weight on her and feel the lace of the bodice and the swell of her breasts against my chest. My cock presses painfully against my jeans, and I both curse and thank God I decided to leave them on.

She becomes restless beneath me. Her stomach presses against my erection, and I growl into her mouth. She's making it so goddamn hard to stay focused on what I want to do right now.

I feel her arms moving, and to prevent it, I pin them back down. Against her lips, I tell her, "No. My control is slipping, darling. Keep your hands there or I'll lose it."

"That's exactly what I want you to do," she breathes out and arches her back, pressing her gorgeous tits harder against my chest.

Shit. I really need to pay them some attention next.

"Believe me, baby, you definitely want me to lose it, but I'm not ready yet. Right now is for you. Now, be a good girl and keep your hands above your head."

Her arms relax once again, but her lips turn into a pout. I do the only thing I can do and drop mine back to hers for another searing kiss. I feel the satin of the scarf against my heated face. I want to rip it away and see the desire in her eyes, but I don't.

Pulling back from her addicting lips, I leave wet kisses down her neck. When I stop between her breasts, I look up to find pure rapture on Daisy's face. Her lips are parted and her face is flushed. It sends my blood to boiling and my need skyrockets. I keep my eyes on her as I trace my fingers along the edge of the cups covering her tits. I pull the material down a centimeter by slow centimeter, until it's tucked below her breasts. I've watched from the window as she's undressed numerous times, so seeing her tits is nothing new to me, but holy fucking hell. Seeing them up close and having them inches from my mouth and hands has my body locking up tight.

Unable to hold back any longer, I run the tip of my tongue around one dark nipple before tugging it between my teeth. It instantly tightens up into a hard nub. Her body withers and she cries out.

Yes , daddy!

Yes!

Spurred on by her cries of pleasure, I yank down the other cup and palm that breast. I pinch the tip between my finger and thumb, making her gasp and jerk. I release that nipple and plump up her other breast and bring it to my mouth.

I lift my head and shift the loose material that's below her tits, so it falls to her sides.

"You are so fucking beautiful," I murmur huskily.

I drop my head again and lay kisses on her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button along the way. I make my way down until I reach the top of her skimpy panties. Kneeing her legs apart, I settle between them, my eyes landing on her satin-covered center. Her arousal has soaked the material. I blow gently and her hips jerk up.

"Oh, my, God! Daddy please!"

A rush of satisfaction hits my gut with her plea. Giving into both our needs, I settle my mouth into both our needs, I settle my mouth over her clit and suck her hard through the material. I moan, not only because the vibration will add to her pleasure, but because she tastes so fucking amazing, even through a layer of satin.

Getting on my knees, I tug her panties down her legs, impatient to taste her bare. I settle back down and swipe my tongue through her folds. She bends her knees, and using her feet, she jerks her pelvis up for me. I hold her in place by putting my hands on her stomach. I alternate between sucking and tugging her clit between my teeth. When I look up at her, her hands are fisting the headboard above her head so tight, her knuckles are white. Her head thrashes back and forth and her moans become louder.

I fucking love that I can bring her such pleasure. It makes me feel like I'm ten feet tall and untouchable.

Reaching around her thighs, I bring my hands to her pussy and spread her wide open. She's dripping, her wetness sliding from her pussy down the crack of her ass, soaking the cover beneath her. I swipe my tongue through her wetness, basking in the deliciousness that is her essence.

Using my tongue, I fuck her pussy until she's bucking and jerking in my grasp. Each move she makes has my tongue going in deeper. I move back to her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue.

The pressure building behind my jeans is almost unbearable. I grind down on the bed to try to help relieve it. It doesn't help.

She whimpers when I get up on my knees.

"I've got you, baby," I soothe.

I use two fingers and slide them into her tight pussy. My thumb goes to her clit and applies pressure. I lean over and crush my lips to her, absorbing her cries of rapture. We both drink greedily at each other's mouths. Adding a third finger, I curl them up and flick them back and forth once I feel the spongy flesh inside her. Her knees draw up and wrap around my waist.

Her walls grip my fingers so tight I can barely move them inside her. Her cries become louder and her breathing heavier. I lick my way down her neck and suck a piece of the sweet smelling skin into my mouth, something primitive in me making me want to leave my mark on her.

She begins to spasm against me, and I move back to her mouth, needing to swallow her pleasure-filled moans. There's no better feeling than her clamping down on my fingers and hearing her shout the name she gave me.

"Mr M!"

I damn near lose it in my jeans, barely managing to keep it together.

I nip and lick at Daisy's mouth as she gets her breathing and body under control. I remove my fingers from her pussy and lick my ring and middle finger. I trace my pointer finger across her lips, coating them with her juices. I lean down and lick it away before putting my finger back to her lips.

"Lick and see for yourself why your taste drives me insane."

Hesitantly, she darts her tongue out, and I slide my finger inside. She sucks the finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it like she's trying to get every last drop.

"How do you taste?" I ask, pulling my finger from between her lips.

Her face flushes a beautiful pink before she replies. "Sweet."

"fucking sensational," I correct her.

"I want to touch you." She rocks her hips up to meet my cock.

My body demands I give into her request, so I remove her hands from the still tight grip on the headboard and place them on my chest. I suck in a sharp breath and hold myself still as she explores the contours of every muscle she comes across. Her fingers glide across my pecs and up over my shoulder to the column of my neck. I swallow when she runs a light finger across my Adam's apple, making it bob up and down. When she makes it to my cheeks, she scrapes her nails gently over the scruff that's grown since this morning. Leaving the rough skin behind, she next moves to feather her fingers across my lips, nose, and eyes. I'm glad I thought to remove my eyebrow ring earlier.

I know what she's doing. She's trying to see me through her fingertips. The act has my heart pounding and my blood pumping. I can't wait to have this woman look at me as I take her in all the ways I've imagined.

She sits up, the extra length of the scarf falling down her back along with her hair. Her skin is shiny from a fine sheen of sweat. She takes her hands from my face and moves them back to my abs before going to my waist. She pushes me back until I'm on my knees, still between her legs. When she leans forward and puts her lips to the center of my chest, I have to fist my hands to keep them from shoving her back and plowing into her body. I'm giving this exploration to her by sheer force of will, when I want nothing more than to fuck her body into the mattress.

"Ah fuck," I groan deeply.

"Mmm..." she moans against my nipple, before taking the little nub between her teeth and tugging gently. I almost jump out of my skin.

Her lips move down my torso and lick along the dips of my stomach muscles. Each lick sends sparks of desire shooting through me. My poor cock doesn't know what to do. It's straining against my jeans to be let out to play. She rubs her cheek against my denim-clad cock, and I jerk against the offending material.

"Fuck, baby, having you so close to my cock, but not having your touch is torture."

Her lips tip up into a smile, and I smack her ass. The woman knows what she's doing.

When she pops the button on my jeans, I forestall her before she can pull down the zipper.

"You need to be sure this is what you want before you release me. I would never force you into something you don't want, but it's going to kill me if I have to stop."

There's no hesitation on her end. Her reply comes immediately. "I'm positive."

Relief like I've never felt before has me releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding.

I lean down and cover her mouth with mine for a deep kiss before pulling back. I murmur against her lips, "I'm going to fuck you tonight."

And you're going to cum for me "I said with a dominant tone

My words have her hands moving again. I can feel the warmth of them through my pants, and I swear my dick strains to get closer. It seems like it takes forever for her to pull the zipper down. I'm still wearing boxer briefs, but having the denim out of the way gives me immediate relief.

I watch as her delicate hands push down my jeans, taking my black briefs with them. Once out of the way, I wait with more anticipation than I ever have before for her to take me into her soft hands, and when she does, it feels like I'm being touched for the first time. Everything feels like a first with Daisy, like no other women ever existed before her.

"Oh my," she breathes out when she feels the size of me.

I'm not tooting my own ego, but I'm not your average size. I've had numerous women tell me they've never seen a cock so big before.

"Umm..." Daisy says, cutely biting her lip. When she lifts her head, with a mischievous smile on her face.

I put my palms on either side of her face and run one thumb over her lips.

"Don't worry, Beautiful. I'll be gentle"i said smirking.

She licks her lips and brings her head back down so she's facing me. I grit my teeth when she runs her hand down my length from root to tip. She does this a couple more times before she leans forward. I hold my breath as I wait for the tip of her tongue to meet the head of my dick. The instant it makes contact, air hisses out of my lungs.

She swirls her tongue around the slit and applies pressure, like she's trying to insert it in the hole there, before sucking just the head into her mouth. My head tips back, and I release a long, deep groan. Her mouth is so damn hot.

Needing more, I put my palms on the back of her head just below the scarf and my thumbs go to her jaw.

"Open more for me, baby."

She complies, and I slide further inside. Due to my size, I can't go as deep as I'd like. It'll take her some time and practice for me to fit my full length inside her delicious mouth.

Holding her head still, I slowly move my hips back and forth. The suction of her mouth and the velvety feel of her tongue has my balls already drawing up. I'm not ready to let go yet, so I force my orgasm back. I want to savor every fucking second of this feeling.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good."

She hums in the back of her throat, and I damn near lose it. My hands tighten in her hair. Her hands latch onto my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as her mouth slides up and down my cock. I've never been so damn hard in my fucking life.

As long as I've waited to feel her mouth wrapped around me, there's no way I'm going to be able to last much longer. It feels too damn perfect.

When she brings one hand up to grip the base of my cock to slide it up and down along with her mouth, the other goes to my balls and squeezes them lightly. I throw back my head and shout. Of their own accord, my hips buck forward, shoving a little too much of my cock inside her mouth. It hits the back of her throat, and I feel it spasm as she gags. I try my best to pull back, but she follows me, intent on taking me as far as her mouth will allow.

I gaze down at her and see a dribble of spit slide out the side of her mouth, and fuck if that sight doesn't send me to the very edge.

Finding my voice through a thick throat, I manage to ground out, "If you don't want my cum in your mouth, you need to pull away, baby."i growled out

Instead of heeding my warning like I thought she would, it seems to spur her on. Her mouth tightens around my shaft and she takes me even deeper. I feel the muscles of her throat hit the tip, and I let loose. Fisting her hair, I start fucking her mouth in long sure strokes, only managing to fit about three quarters of the way in, until I feel the first string of cum coat the back of her throat. My muscles tense, but I keep my eyes locked on her face as she greedily swallows every last bit.

She slows her movements, still sliding her hand and mouth down my cock, until I'm empty. My hands loosen in her hair and she releases me with a pop. My still hard cock bobs as she licks her lips. Still amazed at her willingness to drink my seed, I lift her up to her knees and lean down her take her mouth in a scorching kiss. I taste myself on her tongue and it only makes my need for her to grow again.

"I always knew being with you would be beyond my wildest dreams," I murmur against her lips between kisses. "But I never in a thousand lifetimes would have thought it would be as perfect as it was."

"Just make love to me," she says, nuzzling into my chest.

I shake my head, even though she can't see it.

"I can't imagine how good that will be. There's no stretch of the imagination that would even come close."

Her expression melts even further.

"Please, let me see you. I want to know who you are."

I will baby , in due time it's more hot and fun playing like this"I say

Instead of answering her plea, I lean forward and kiss her again, hoping to distract her. She wraps her arms around my waist and leans into the kiss. I bend down more until my encircled arms reach her waist and then lean back up, taking her with me so her knees are no longer on the bed.

"Wrap your legs around me," I whisper against her lips.

She does so and it puts her chest flat against mine, and her drenched pussy meets my still hard cock. I groan at the contact, and she moans. I sit back on my heels so her ass is sitting on my upper thighs.

The scratch of the lace-covered satin of her nightie reminds me she's still wearing it. I unhook the clip on the bodice and pull back just far enough to yank it over her head, careful to avoid dislodging the scarf. I pull her back in and the warmth of her tits and the hard nubs of her nipples meet my chest again. I grip her ass and slide her along my hardness. I clench my jaw and she opens her mouth with a sweet cry. I want to sink myself inside her so badly, but that's one thing I refuse to do until she knows who I am.

With her arms around my neck and my lips back on her throat, sucking hungrily, I lean forward and lay her back down. My hips settle between her spread thighs, and I pump them slightly, causing a delicious friction. She's so damn wet that my cock slides easily causing a delicious friction. She's so damn wet that my cock slides easily between her lips.

"Fuck, you're going to kill me when I finally fuck you," I growl, moving my lips back up to hers.

Minutes later, I pull back , Daisy's face is flushed and her lips swollen from my kisses. She's looks absolutely stunning, and well and truly satisfied. But I'm not nearly done.

I sit back on my heels and pull hips until her ass is resting on my thighs again. The movement puts her pussy at the perfect angle for what I want to do next. Grabbing my shaft, I put the tip at her clit and rub it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her back arches off the bed and she grips the sheets in her tight fists.

I alternate between watching her face and watching my cock stimulate her. I don't know which is my favorite. I love watching my body touching hers in a way I've only ever dreamed about before, but watching the pleasure cross her face will forever be planted in my memory.

I hold the base of my cock and use the head to slap it against her clit a few times. Her legs tighten around my hips and she pants harshly.

"Play with your tits, baby. Grab those hard nipples and pinch them for me. Show me what you like."

My dick jumps in my hand when I see her palm her breasts, plumping them up, before releasing them and pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

I slide my hand up and down my erection a few times, it slick from rubbing against her, before placing just the head at her opening. My other hand moves to her clit, and using my thumb, I swipe the hood of skin. I flex my hips just enough to let the tip of my dick enter her, and I swear I see stars. Every damn muscle in my body is tense from holding back from thrusting forward and impaling her on my cock. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, trying to control my body's natural instincts to take her.

Once I think I have myself reasonably under control, I bring my gaze down to where my cock's head is just inside her body. I pull my hips back until her body releases my cock, only to push forward again.

"Jesus Christ," I growl hoarsely.

"More, Daddy. Please, I need more," Daisy pleads breathlessly.

"Patience my sweet," I growl, clenching my eyes shut again, forcing the need away once more.

The next time I push forward, I feel her walls clamp down on me. My eyes swing to her face to see her mouth open, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her fingers still pinching her nipples, and a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

I pull my cock deeper into her , her pussy welcome md and work my hand up and down the hard appendage. My thumb attacks her clit, then dips inside her starving pussy before going back to her clit. Our breathing is labored and it feels like I can't get enough air into my lungs. Her moans of pleasure have her head thrashing on her pillow. The combination of watching her come undone, having her body set out before me, and my hand pumping for my own release sends me over the edge of oblivion.

I slammed into her, going deeper and deeper Knowing I shouldn't, that I should make sure it's okay with Daisy, but doing so anyway since she had a look of pleasure on her face my hand works faster until I feel my release take over feeling my release near I pulled out and watched with possessive eyes as my cum spurts all over her pussy, marking her in the most primal way known to man. She shudders as the warmth hits her.

I use my fingers to smear my cum all over her. I watch her face for her reaction as I slide my fingers inside her, pushing my cum into her body. I do this several times, making sure to get as much as I can inside her. This woman is mine, and will always be mine. Having my seed on and in her body dares anyone to say otherwise.

Either she's still awash in her pleasure and doesn't realize what I'm doing, or on some level knows, but doesn't care at this point. She gives no reaction. I continue my gentle assault on her to insert my cum inside her pussy until I'm satisfied.

I lean down and brush a kiss against her lips. "Thank you," I whisper.

She's given me a gift that's more precious than anything on this earth-besides her, of course.

"For what?" she asks

I cup her cheeks in my hands. "For trusting me." I kiss the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and her ass giving it a slow sensous slap.

That was the best that I've ever had "she said with a satisfied look of pleasure on her face her hands grabbing her nipples.

You want more "I ask

Yes! Yes! Yes!"her response came out more like a cry .

You've been a bad bad girl and daddy is going to teach you a lesson"I say my voice going a deep notch deeper .

Bend over "I say she does so moaning .

Look at you, you're already wet for daddy using my fingers to trail lines on her pussy.

What do you want daddy to do?I asked

Daisy P.O.V.

If having the best sex with someone who probably my stalker is considered crazy then I want to be crazy .

Fuck my ass!"I half screamed.