Chapter 68:
Daryl’s POV
My vision blurred, and I was not sure if it was from the liquor I had consumed or from the fact that I was finally being touched again after a long stretch of emptiness.
Her voice trembled when she lowered herself onto me. “Oh my God,” she whispered, breath shuddering. “You are stretching me.”
I gripped her waist firmly, holding her steady as her body struggled to take me in. Her eyes were shut tight, her lips parted in a gasp. My instincts told me to help, so I lifted my hips and drove upward into her.
She cried out, a sharp yelp that quickly softened into broken moans. Her fingers went to her bréásts, squeezing them hard as her hips began to rock.
I tilted my head down, watching every inch of my length disappear inside her before sliding back out, slick with
