She hoped they were home. Or that one of them was home. Or that she’d be able to put enough distance between them so that he wouldn’t see where th...y’d hidden the key for her if she needed to escape from him and they weren’t home.The leather jacket she wore protected her body and arms from the smaller branches whipping her as she ran, and she ignored the tiny lashings to her face and legs from others, knowing that the pain would be far worse if he caught her. Broken glass and crushed up cans on. He’d go faster and faster, in a desperate race against the inevitable but eventually he’d have to give up, frustrated and practically in tears. The fact that he could satisfy himself by doing something other than fucking her never seemed to even cross his mind any more than the notion that she might have hoped for something out of the exchange as well. Katie had learned not to speak to him at times like this, and to in fact never refer to it at all, because it would only turn into an ugly. ‘What is it? What do you need, John?’ His laughter delighted me, as his eyes crinkled almost shut, and he threw back his head. Then, suddenly, he was serious again. ‘Daisy.’ His eyes closed, and he gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. ‘I wish you would give me what I need,’ he murmured and opened his eyes. I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right and leaned closer. ‘What?’ ‘Oh,’ he chuckled. ‘Never mind. I just like your name, Daisy. I like saying it.’ ‘Well, thanks.’ I smiled. As I. " I watched my hand skim up and down his length. Pre-cum flowed down the sides, lubing my pumping. "Taste it baby. Lick your fingers. Then come closer and lick it straight from the source." Not even realizing what I was doing, I put my fingers to my lips and licked his lube. I moaned and shuddered. The fire burned in me. I needed a dick and here was a dream cock. Everything I needed. Long, hard, and potent. I unbuttoned my shorts and dropped them and my panties to the ground. The shirt.