Know Her, Love Her: Daisy & Belmont, Book ONE Read Online Free

limbo. When I first met him, his eyes were mostly hazel. Tonight they’re a combination of blue, green, and hazel. The flecks are never in the same arrangement.  
    I shake my head. Belmont takes my hand and leads me to the bed. He lays me down, parts my legs, and puts his mouth on my pussy. We’ve only just begun. I’ll let him do whatever he wants. After all, he is entitled.
    I moan …

CHAPTER TWO
    A Chipped Heart

    My eyelids are heavy. The clock on the nightstand says it’s 1:34 p.m. It’s past my check-out time, and I’ve missed my flight back to L.A. It takes all my energy to sit up. My body feels as if I put it through a strenuous workout last night.  
    Belmont seizes my waist. “Where are you going?”  
    “To the bathroom.”
    His tongue and lips make out with the small of my back. I inhale. It’s such an erotic sensation.
    “Hurry up,” he says and lets go.  
    I pee and study myself in the mirror. Belmont has left passion marks all over my neck and on my waist and hips too. My nipples are tender, and so is the entrance of my pussy. I have no idea where Belmont gets his stamina. He comes, and ten minutes later, he’s back up. He says it’s not him, it’s me. He says he’s never been so aroused by a woman, but I don’t believe him. That would make little old me a powerful sexual stimulant, which is insanely ridiculous.
    I wash my hands, rinse with mouthwash, and wipe the stickiness off of my belly. We did it six times throughout the night, and Belmont never came inside me. Instead, he came on me. I don’t really like it, but I’m happy he’s honoring my wishes.  
    As soon as I climb in bed, Belmont gathers me against him. His penis is erect. He parts my legs and plunges his fingers inside me.  
    “You’re so hot,” he whispers, pinning his cheek against mine. His fingers shift in and out, and he strokes my G-spot, which makes me gasp. “I need to go take a leak.”
    We kiss.  
    “Damn it,” he complains and abandons me to empty his bladder.
    I feel sexual again. Just to prove it, I fuck two of my fingers and roll my thumb around my clit. Belmont’s right—it’s hot, wet, and very tight. In and out my fingers plunge.
    “Oh shit,” Belmont wheezes when he sees me.  
    In a matter of seconds, he pins my hands over my head and shoves his rock-hard dick inside me. I gasp.
    “You’ve made me jealous of you,” he says.
    I chuckle. “I’ve never been this horny in my life.”
    He jabs me with his erection. “And I’ve never had pussy as tight as yours.”
    I feel his girth and width. Belmont grabs my hips and angles his penis to rub my sensitive spot. I claw the pillow as he bounces me against his dick. He’s in control, handling me as though I’m as light as a feather. I scream as my walls pulsate around his throbbing penis. Belmont moans, thrusting me deeper, faster, harder… He lets go inside me.
    “No!” I shriek and try to squirm out of his grasp.
    He holds me tighter. I don’t move a muscle, and we don’t say a word. Belmont kisses and nibbles my shoulder. He massages my breasts and pinches my nipples.  
    I force my body to not respond. “Why did you do that?”  
    “What are you afraid of?”
    “You know what I don’t want.”
    Belmont pulls out, and our juices pour out of me. I curl into a ball and listen to him zip his pants. I’m still horny, but I have to process what just happened.
    “I just don’t want us to make the same mistake twice.” I wait for him to respond.  
    He’s all dressed when he bends over to kiss my forehead. “I’ll call you.” He casually pulls open the door and leaves.  
    I let my gaze linger on the door for the longest time. The silence and stillness isn’t as peaceful as it was when he first walked out on me. It feels as if he’s gone for good this time. Tears roll freely from my eyes. Yes! I’m crying. I am part of the human race.  

    The room phone rings. I open my eyes. It’s dark, and I check the time on the clock.