He teased her.

Dylan poked at her tit through her shirt. “What the fuck is this? I didn’t know you owned shirts that covered your cleavage.”

Daisy laughed and shook her breasts at him. “It’s Monday. I can’t dress like a slut at work, and some of us have to get jobs, Dylan. We can’t just fuck our way through life.”

Dylan shrugged beside her. “That sounds awful.”

Daisy laughed and, reaching down, unbuttoned her uniform to show a hint of cleavage. “After work, I can dress however I like.” She opened her blouse entirely, using his body and their cars to shield her from the view in the parking lot. Her bra was white and lacey, with small lacey flowers on the cup around where her nipple is. The fabric was sheer enough to show a hint of pink nipple. Dylan immediately went bug-eyed staring, and Daisy grinned in response. “Not so clever now, are you?”

“Honestly, I’m feeling a bit light-headed.”

Daisy purred. Finding him through his pants, she gave him a gentle squeeze. “I bet you are.” Turning to her SUV, she pulled the back door open and then began undoing her pants. She looked at him over her shoulder, her thick blond hair falling in curls to the side to reveal sultry blue eyes. “You coming, stud? We don’t have all day.”

Watching her pants open and revealing her love handles and the upper portion of her thick bottom, Dylan blinked. Then, remembering himself, he cleared his throat. “Oh. Right. Sorry!” He followed her into the SUV and climbed with her over the seat and into the back. After that, they fell into each other, Dylan’s skinny body collapsing onto Daisy’s softness. His hand came to rest on her breasts, and her laughter turned to moans as she groped her. “You okay?”

“Mm. I am now.” She cupped his hands and guided him in groping her. His hands were big, larger than hers, but also softer. He was not a hardworking, experienced man. Where William had rough, calloused hands of a man who had worked his entire life, Dylan had the soft hands of a man who had never had to work for anything. She wondered if that was why Summer hurt him so much. It was the first time he had ever been told no.

Normally, Daisy would have found such softness repugnant, but she indulged it with him. He was all man where it mattered most and, besides, she had experienced William’s rough hands before and found them dangerous. Dylan’s softness could and already had done her wonders, and soon she had her pants off and her legs parted. They kiss, and then Dylan sat up to stare at her body, naked save for her underwear. Smiling up at him, Daisy purred. “See something you like?”

“I haven’t seen nearly enough it.”

Daisy smiled and rolled her eyes. Then, she shrugged at sat up. “It’s you wasting your time, then,” she said, and she slid her wet panties down her legs. The moistened fabric clung to her pussy as she peeled them off.

Leaning forward, Dylan kissed her again. He aggressed her with his tongue, prying her lips open and tasting her. Daisy kissed him back, suckling him, drinking him, and as they parted both were breathless. He was enormously swollen, and Daisy wanted him even more as he grinned down at her. “Please,” he whispered. “You and I both know that you aren’t leaving before I come.”

Cupping him, Daisy whispered, “God, you’re an arrogant asshole.” Then, reaching into his pants she found him and cooed. “But I’ll be damned if you don’t have the right to be.”

Dylan smiled back at her as he leaned over her. While not extremely tall, he was tall enough that he had to crouch to fit into the back of the SUV. Daisy was before him, bent forward to rub him through his pants. She used her free hand to undo his belt and expose him as he held her hair out of her face. “If that’s how you feel, then show me.”

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