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

his lips against mine. His mouth tastes the same. The way he’s so hard for me hasn’t changed either. My chest, pelvis, and thighs rise to meet his. We whimper with frustration. We can’t seem to sink into the other’s skin.
    “I do love you,” I say breathlessly.  
    I tilt my head. His tongue slips up my neck to my chin, and his teeth pull my bottom lip into his warm mouth. Ravenous hands squeeze my ass and rub me against his unyielding erection. I’m soaked and ready for him. The elevator door slides open. Belmont leads me to my suite. Of course he knows which room I’m staying in.  
    He shoves me against the door and tugs at my jeans. “Why did you wear these?” His tongue circles mine.
    “I didn’t know I would have to accommodate you.”  
      “You must’ve known I wouldn’t let the night pass without fucking you.” He grabs my pussy.
    I gulp. I’m so sensitive to his touch.
    “Give me your key,” he commands.
    My hands shiver, but I manage to get the key out of my pocket and give it to him. Belmont swipes it. He doesn’t let go of my crotch as he backs me into the room. The desk lamp fills the room with dim light. Our mouths are incapable of pulling apart, but he releases my pussy to take off my jacket.
    “Get on the bed.” His voice is thickened by desire.
    I sit on the edge, but Belmont sweeps me up and drops me in the middle of it. He snatches off his coat and spreads himself on top of me. We wrap ourselves around each other. My tank top goes over my head and separates our lips, but our mouths soon reconnect. He tugs the cups of my bra up over my breasts and sucks my erect nipples deep into his wet mouth. I whimper with every stir of his tongue and nibble of his teeth. Excitement makes me overly sensitive.
    “Belmont?” I breathe heavily into his mouth.
    He unsnaps my pants and pulls down the zipper. “What?”  
    “Do you have a condom?”
    He sighs as he rolls onto his back and covers his eyes with his forearm.  
    My body and soul screech from his abandonment, but my face shows no signs of it. I stare at the ceiling and recall the last time we made love. It was the night before he walked out. I couldn’t enjoy all the pleasurable things he did to me because I was too busy worrying about what could happen since we hadn’t taken precautions.  
    Belmont sits up. “I think I want a divorce.”
    I close my eyes to bear the ache in my heart. It passes, but my stomach is still queasy. “Okay.”  
    His glare stops my heart. “That’s it?”  
    “You’ve already left me and started seeing someone else. Yes, that’s it.” Fueled by rage, I try to sit up.
    All of a sudden, Belmont yanks off my shoes and throws them on the floor. He pulls me close to the foot of the bed and tugs off my pants. He grabs my ankles, spreads my legs, and admires my pussy. Without another word, he puts his face in it, swirling his tongue around my clit. The impact is immediate. I moan and claw at the sheets. He watches me squirm as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, pinning my clit to his mouth. He makes me feel pleasure and pain. My knot swells against his tongue, and he squeezes harder.  
    I close my eyes tightly and, like our relationship, focus on what feels good. I whimper and try to wriggle my butt out of his grasp, but Belmont won’t let go. His hands are like a trap, and my ass is the bear.
    “Ouch,” I whine. “You’re hurting me.”
    He frees me, and I hear the clasp and zipper of his pants. Before I can lean up on my elbows, he lifts my thighs and pulls my hips up toward his erection. I gasp when he slams himself inside me. Belmont pounds me against his pole, hitting bottom. He groans as though screwing me is the best thing in the world.  
    I have no control over what he’s doing. My tits bounce like paddleballs. He’s shifting me so fast that he’s a blur. Belmont is in this for himself. I should shout stop, but it feels so good being handled by him again, even if we’re