6 PM AUGUST 17TH

22 BLEAKER AVE

The drive over to Wesley Moretti's House had been twenty-five minutes long. Daisy notes. She can not recall how many stops and turns they made she'd been too focused on keeping the mood sensual as they drove, using her best skills to tease him-keep him interested.

When they arrived, he'd gotten out of his car and headed straight for his house, not bothering to open her door. He didn't open it for her when they left her house either. Daisy isn't used to that kind of treatment. He'd unlocked his door hastily and beckoned her inside. "He has no manners," she'd thought to herself.

Once inside, he offered her a beer. Daisy never liked the taste of beer. Nevertheless, she took the can and gulped down its contents.

"Someone's thirsty," he teased. He cracked open a can of his own and drank from it, not taking his eyes off her. He'd studied her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

Not knowing exactly what came over her. She'd smiled at him, placing the can on his coffee table and coming out of her dress at an agonizingly slow pace.

Within the next moment he stepped closer to her picking her up bridal style in one swift motion- going up the stairs two at a time and heading to his bedroom. He'd kicked open the door and thrown her onto his bed. Daisy gasped as her body lightly bounced off his mattress she found herself excited. Luke had always been delicate with her. When they'd fought, he'd been different but not like this. She's never had someone manhandle her.

Now, as she lays on her back, watching him take his shirt and pants off, she holds her breath in anticipation. Wesley- Wes he'd asked her to call him three times over on the car hide. Wes is cut. She can't help but compare him to Luke and his delicate but strong features. Luke is exceptionally attractive in his own right, but Wes, Wes is all man.

His chiseled shoulders cut an impressive silhouette. Each muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hands, showcasing the raw power and control he possessed. His chest- a powerful canvas of rippling strength, the contours shadowed and highlighted with each movement, creating a mesmerizing rhythm.

His strong, tapered waist led to well-defined legs, an obvious testament to his disciplined physical regimen. Daisy found herself itching to get her hands on him-all of him. She hadn't realised she'd been rubbing her thighs together when he asked chuckling "excited?" She blushed turning her face away from his gaze.

He stands over the bed in nothing but his underwear, his lustful gaze set on her. She could see the impressive bulge forming beneath his briefs. "Excited?" She said mockingly.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. He then lowered his head and began to kiss her deep and rough. She moaned as his tongue slid into her mouth, making him groan, a sexy sound from deep within his chest. Daisy slipped her hand to the back of his head-entangling it in his hair, deepening the already passionate kiss as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth.

His hands slid to the back of her bra, unbuckling it easily. He breaks the kiss chuckling when she whined. He takes her bra off, tossing it across the room, and looks down at her erect nipples with hunger in his eyes he has to taste them. He takes each breast in his hands and begins to massage them, squeezing lightly with each messaging motion the sensation had made her shudder in pleasure. He pinches her nipples lightly, his eyes never shifting from her face. "Kiss me," she pleaded as he looked down at her- a whimpering mess.

He instead took her breast in his mouth sucking on it like a man starved making her back arch. Daisy hadn't known her nipples would be that sensitive to the sensation "Wes," she moaned out as he nibbled on her. He groaned again, the sound almost making her unravel-she brought her hand to the back of his head holding him down on her breast she needed him to swallow her whole.

With trembling hands, Daisy touches him. Sliding her hands down to his pelvis cupping his cock in her hand, he groans as she strokes it in a back-and-forth motion. "Taking the lead?" he asked taking his mouth away from her breast-his voice strained.

"Do you want to taste it, princess?" He says, she nods eagerly. He unceremoniously pulls her up off the bed and guides her onto her knees. "Ok," he said as he slid his hand to the back of her neck-taking his cock out of his briefs. The sheer size of him both excited and terrified her. "Impress me," he said.

Wes watched as Daisy wrapped her lean manicured fingers around his cock already dripping pre-cum. He watched as she licked it up, swirling her toungue around the tip of his cock. The lewd act had almost made him cum, he hadn't been prepared when she swallowed him whole-or at least tried. Gagging as she took what she could of his length in her mouth.

And then she began to bop her head back and forth, Wes gripped the back of her head and began to thrust into her delicate mouth sloppily. He was close- it had been the humming noise that'd come from the back of her throat that had done it. He came-pushing himself deeper into her throat emptying himself into her. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, pulling out of her. "Impressed?" She teased, smirking. He took her chin between his fingers. He then rubbed his thumb on her lips as a desire to reward her overtook him.

He helps her up off the floor onto the bed delicately. Laying her on her back.

He kisses her, biting down on her bottom lip as he takes her panties off and tosses them somewhere in the room. He then inserts one of his long-thick fingers inside her. She moans into his mouth and arches into him "So wet," he says, breaking the kiss, pushing another one of his fingers inside her as she whimpers. Clearly struggling to contain herself.

"Wes," she moans, her voice shaky. "Hmm?" He hums, rubbing her clitoris in slow circular motions.

He watches her, a moaning whimpering mess beneath him. He slides his fingers out of her. And walks away from the bed. She whines in protest, making him smirk.

Daisy watches as he walks over to his dresser, opening a drawer, and taking out a condom. She watches as he pulls it onto him, she'd been confident about it being in her mouth but inside. That is entirely a different ball game. "That's - That's not going to fit," she breaths, "you'll get used to it." he grins, pulling on the condom. It fits snugly.

He walks back to the bed and climbs on. He grabs both her legs by the ankles and pulls her close to him so their pelvic areas are merely inches apart. He looks at hers hungrily. Instinctively Daisy uses her hands to cover herself. He laughs heartily. "Don't tell me you're shy now," he says. Slowly takes her hands away. Once again he has her in full view.

"Daisy," he says, "you have the prettiest little pussy." her cheeks flushed a hot red at the crass way in which he talked to her. Strangely, it turned her on. No one had ever talked to her that way and normally she'd be insulted by it. But now, she wanted him to call her every dirty word he had in his arsenal.

The mere thought of it made Daisy increasingly aware of the emptiness in her core longing for a filling.

He spreads her legs even wider. "I need to taste you," he says coolly. Lowering himself so his face is in line with her pelvis.

He pulls her closer in one swift motion she squeals as his lips make contact with her core. He attacks her pussy with a hunger- licking up her slit and sucking on her clit with more determination than she'd thought possible. Daisy couldn't think as he darted his toungue in and out of her.

She grabbed a handful of his hair, moving her hips upwards and back down as he sucked and slurped on her pussy. Her vision gradually blurred as she came, buckling her hips into his mouth back arching as she moaned-loudly.

"Good girl," he said catching his breath. "Now, I'll make you cream on cock" Daisy's chest rose and fell excitedly at the way vulgar he spoke to her. He flipped her over, pulling her hips back and smacking her ass.

He spreads her legs wider, she screams into a pillow as he pushes into her with his considerably sized cock. "Fuck," he mutters. She can feel herself coming undone once again her pussy involuntarily spasming, gripping his cock tighter as she comes. He laughs, saying, "I'm not even all the way inside you yet," he says, with a hint of pride.

Her legs shake as she bites down hard on her lip. She falls onto her stomach, her whole body shuddering. Not giving her a chance to recover- he falls on top of her, the pressure between her folds increasing as he thrusts into her filling her completely. She bites a pillow, trying to stifle the sound of her erratic moaning.

He pulls her hair, tilting her head backward, making her wince in pain, turning her on even more. "I want to hear you moan for me, princess," he says. She struggles to breathe between his strokes. The warmth in her core builds as he pushes even deeper into her, holding himself there.

Once again, something gives way, and floods her with pleasure. "I'm c-c-mng," she attempts to speak. He pulls out of her grinning. "I knew you were a squirter," her body jerks involuntarily as the orgasm overtakes her he watches her in awe. "You're fucking beautiful". He flips her on her back, "I want to look at your face when you cum," he says.

He pushes her legs back and behind her ears, Daisy is suddenly grateful for all the ballet classes she took. They'd played a huge role in her flexibility.

"It's my turn now." Wes groans as he slides into her-he's close. He grabs her legs holding them in place. Daisy grips the sheets for support as he fucks her at a slow rhythmic pace before pulling out and slamming himself into her wetness she bites down on her lip suppressing a moan. "Princess," he says "You take so well."

Her mouth opens as he rams in and out of her- nothing but strained breaths leave her mouth. She's spent. Only the lewd sound of their skin slapping against each other and the headboard banging against the wall fills the room.

It's not long before he comes falling on top of her- kissing her deeply his hand on her throat as his cock throbs inside her. He pulls out of her, taking the condom off, tying it tightly, and tossing it onto the floor. He lays down next to her- pleasure washing over him. A while later he gets up off the bed "Where're you going?" She asks "I need to feed you," he says, "The night's young. And we're not done yet" he grins.