Yes a stiff dick not a drink

My heart’s hammering in my chest like it’s trying to bust out and run away, but I’m not running. Not tonight. Daisy’s standing there, her slinky black dress barely clinging to her curves, those bow lips glistening as she teases me with that bottle of rum and a promise of getting shitfaced. Her eyes are locked on mine, greedy, daring me to make a move. I’ve spent a month dodging her, jerking off in the dark to her moans, pretending I’m above it all. But fuck it—I’m done resisting. Something in me snaps, and I don’t care why.

“Forget the drink, Daisy,” I say, my voice low, steadier than I feel. “I want something stiffer.” I pause, letting the words hang, then smirk. “How about a stiff dick instead?”

Her eyes widen, and for a split second, I think I’ve caught her off guard. Then that musical laugh spills out, but it’s not mocking—it’s delighted, like I’ve just handed her the keys to a candy store. “Oh, Brian,” she purrs, stepping closer, her breasts brushing against my chest, nipples hard enough to feel through my shirt. “I knew you had it in you. Question is… how much of me can you handle?”

I don’t answer with words. My hands find her waist, fingers digging into the soft heat of her skin through that flimsy dress. She’s warm, alive, and smells like jasmine and sin. I pull her against me, and her gasp is a spark to the fire already burning me up. Our lips crash together, and it’s not gentle—her mouth is hungry, tongue teasing mine like she’s tasting every secret I’ve been hiding. I kiss her back, hard, pouring a month’s worth of pent-up want into it. Her lips are soft but demanding, and I’m drowning in the taste of her, the way she moans into my mouth like she’s been waiting for this as long as I have.

My hands slide lower, cupping her ass, and holy shit, it’s as perfect as it looks—firm, thicc, filling my palms like it was made for them. She grinds against me, and I feel her cock, hard and thick, pressing through the dress, bigger than mine, and the thought sends a jolt through me. Not fear—not anymore. Just heat. I’m rock-hard, straining against my jeans, and she knows it, smirking against my lips as she rolls her hips to tease me more.

“You’re playing with fire, Brian,” she whispers, nipping my lower lip, her voice a sultry rasp. “You sure you’re ready for what happens next?”

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, dark and glittering with mischief. My pulse is a drumbeat, and yeah, I know the risk. One wrong move, one hidden speck of sissy desire buried in my brain, and I’m done—transformed, craving cock like the bimbos I’ve seen on grainy pornos. But right now, with Daisy’s body pressed against mine, her scent filling my head, I don’t care. I want her. I want this.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I growl, and she does, deeper this time, her hands tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head. Her nails rake down my chest, light but sharp, and I groan, shoving her dress up to her hips. No panties, just like I thought—her cock springs free, thick and veined, and my mouth goes dry. I don’t know what I’m doing, but my body does, one hand wrapping around her shaft, stroking slow, feeling her pulse under my fingers. She moans, loud and shameless, and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.

We stumble toward the couch, lips locked, hands everywhere. She pushes me down, straddling my lap, her dress bunched around her waist. Her breasts are in my face, nipples barely covered, and I yank the fabric down, sucking one into my mouth. She arches, gasping, her fingers in my hair, pulling tight. “Fuck, Brian,” she pants, grinding harder, her cock rubbing against my stomach. “You’re gonna make me cum before we even get started.”

I grin against her skin, biting gently. “Good. I want you begging for it.”

She laughs, wicked and wild, and shoves me back, her hands working my jeans open. My cock springs out, and she licks her lips like she’s starving. “Let’s see how you hold up, stud,” she says, and then her mouth is on me, hot and wet, and I’m gone, head thrown back, cursing as she sucks me like she’s trying to ruin me.

I know what’s at stake. I know what I’m risking. But as Daisy’s tongue swirls around me, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to fall, I don’t give a damn. I’m hers tonight, and I’m gonna enjoy every second of it.