A Song of Milfs and Trouble Chapter 12 (Patreon)

“Daemon, darling!” Margarey said, spotting him from the front deck of the house he was approaching. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“Your invite sounded like a summons,” Daemon chuckled.

“Well, I wanted you here tonight,” Margarey said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“What do you have planned now?” Daemon asked, keeping his voice low as they entered the house this party was being held at.

He had been here before, as this was Sam’s house, but it wasn’t his old friend who had invited him, which made him all the more curious about what was going on.

“Nothing you won’t enjoy,” Margarey commented.

“I can think of many things we could do that I’d enjoy,” Daemon murmured in her ear, and she giggled.

“I’m afraid I won’t be available tonight,” Margarey said. “I’m playing hostess tonight.”

Daemon cocked an eyebrow and asked, “isn’t this Talla’s party?”

“Technically, yes,” Talla commented, joining them.

“Hey, Talla,” Daemon said, smiling politely at Sam’s sister.

She was a pretty thing, with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. Talla and Sam got along surprisingly well for siblings who had almost nothing in common. Outgoing while her brother was an introvert and thin where he was not, the only indications that Talla was related to Sam at all were their shared eye color, hair color, and prominent ears.

“Daemon,” Talla said, not quite meeting his eyes. She’d had a crush on him for a while, but he had been weary of the idea of dating his friend’s sister, and he had been seeing Alys anyway. “Marge, Loras called and said there’s quite a line at the liquor store, so he’ll be a little while.”

Margaery just sighed, saying, “so long as he arrives at all, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thank you for letting me know.”

“I’m glad you could come, Daemon,” Talla said before taking off to join the others.

The party wasn’t in full swing just yet, as Daemon was sure that more people were on their way, and the alcohol wasn’t here either. As he spotted Robb and Alys huddled together with a few of Robb’s friends, his eyes narrowed. That could explain why Margaery had gotten Talla to hold the party here.

“Just what are you plotting?” Daemon asked, signaling subtly to his cousin and ex.

“Nothing to concern yourself with, Daemon,” Margaery said with a smirk. “Truth be told, I just wanted an opportunity to look perfectly happy without him.”

“In full view of him, of course,” Daemon said. “Will we be playing the happy couple?”

“Oh, I would never do anything so obvious,” Margaery said, shaking her head. “If I look happy because I’m with some guy, then I’m on the rebound. If I look happy because I’m with you, I look like I’m trying to make him jealous, especially since we aren’t a couple. If I just look happy being free and single, though, then I’m just happy.”

“So I guess I’m entertaining myself tonight,” Daemon murmured.

“Blessed as you are, I doubt you’ll need to entertain yourself again for the rest of your life,” Margaery quipped.

“That’s not what I meant,” Daemon snorted.

“I do have a surprise planned for you,” Margaery said. “It’s nothing to do with my dickish ex either.”

“Can I get a hint?” Daemon asked.

“Desmera’s got a wretched cold and couldn’t come, so she isn’t the surprise,” Margaery said, her tone making it clear that was the only hint he was getting. “Just enjoy yourself, Daemon. Mingle, drink once Loras gets here, and be merry. My surprise will come soon enough.”

Without another word, she wandered off to talk to someone else, and Daemon got to enjoy the view of her arse swaying in her short skirt. He was glad that she seemed to be over trying to get back at Robb for breaking her heart. His rage towards the man he’d once been as close to as a brother had dissipated a lot after his threesome with Margaery and Desmera, and what remained he shed at his uncle’s grave site a few days ago. He was still processing everything he’d learned that day, but talking it over with his Aunt Catelyn had helped a lot. Everything else he’d done with her that day would have eliminated any remaining anger at Robb if he’d had any left. It turned out that it was hard to stay mad at a guy whose ex and mother you’d fucked. That Catelyn had seemed alright with what they had done in the days since was a blessing, though she had made it very clear that it was never happening again.

After joining the party, he took some time to catch up with people he hadn’t seen since the school year ended. Avoiding Robb and Alys turned out to be easy since they seemed to have the same idea, and before long, he was enjoying himself at a house party with a red cup of some awful cooler in his hand like a typical teenager. For the first time in a long time, he actually felt normal. Spotting Sam making his way upstairs, he wandered over to his old friend.

“Sam,” Daemon called out.

“Oh, hey, Daemon,” Sam said, giving him a smile that didn’t reach his nervous eyes. “Long time, no see.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Daemon said. “It’s been a bloody, weird summer.”

“I know,” Sam said, shaking his head. “After everything that happened with your...well, I get it. Not that I’ve experienced anything like that, but…”

“Thanks for understanding, Sam,” Daemon said, cutting him off before he could start truly rambling.

“Of course,” Sam said. “You enjoying yourself?”

“I am,” Daemon said. “You could as well, you know.”

“Oh, this sort of thing has never been my cup of tea,” Sam said, looking around like he’d like to be anywhere else. “I’m just glad that Talla doesn’t do this often. If our parents weren’t out for their anniversary and she hadn’t managed to arrange for Dickon to stay with a friend tonight, it wouldn’t have happened at all.”

At first glance, Daemon and Sam would have made unlikely friends. With Daemon being outgoing and athletic and Sam being introverted, perpetually nervous, and bookish, they had little in common, but they had met in the early years of their schooling and had gotten along from the start. Their interests had diverged rapidly as they got older, but they had remained relatively close.

“You could try to join in,” Daemon said.

“No, I…” Sam trailed off as he tried to think of what to say. “I’m just not good at this sort of thing. I never know what to say and usually just end up standing awkwardly and saying nothing.”

“Sam, there’s a party being held in your own home,” Daemon sighed. “At least let me introduce you to some pretty girl. If we get a drink in you, you might relax enough to say actual words.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sam said. “I was planning to just finish the book I’ve been reading.”

“You’d rather read a book than talk to a…” Daemon went to say, before he was cut off.

“Daemon?” a beautifully soft female voice called to him.

Turning around, Daemon saw Wynafryd Manderly coming towards him and couldn’t help but smile. Easily one of the most beautiful girls in their year, Wynafryd was on the school cheerleading team with Alys and had long been his ex’s rival. While dating Alys, he knew all too well that he couldn’t let his eyes linger on her for long without running the risk of pissing her off, but he could look now, and what a vision she was. With prominent cheekbones, a delicate nose, and full, pouty lips set in her gorgeous, heart-shaped face, she could be a model easily. Her perfect, pale skin, long brown hair, which she had braided and draped over her shoulder, and captivating green eyes only added to the picture of perfection.

“Wynafryd, hi,” Daemon said, giving her his most winning smile. “Have you met...the ghost who haunts this place?”

Turning around, he noticed Sam had taken off upstairs and scowled.

“I’m sorry?” Wynafryd asked.

“Nevermind,” Daemon said, shaking his head.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” Wynafryd said. “You’ve been M.I.A. all summer.”

“Something I’m looking to change,” Daemon said. Spotting that her cup was empty, he said, “can I get you another drink?”

“Sure, thanks,” Wynafryd said, handing him her cup.

Taking off for the kitchen, he spotted Margaery rooting through the fridge and, as quietly as he could, asked, “is Wynafryd the surprise you mentioned?”

Turning around, Margaery smirked and, noticing the empty cup in his hand, handed him a cooler as she took one for herself.

“You catch on quick,” she said. “She recently broke up with Domeric and mentioned that she wanted a bit of fun to take her mind off of him. When I mentioned you, she perked up immediately.”

“Really?” Daemon asked.

“You’re quite the catch, stud,” Margaery said. “I think she’d had a bit of a thing for you for a while, and, with you both being single, I figured I’d invite you and try to set you two up.”

“Why?” Daemon couldn’t help but ask.

“I’m nice to my friends,” Margaery said simply, taking a drink. “We are friends, aren’t we?”

“Of course,” Daemon replied.

“Good, now go have fun,” Margaery said, rejoining the crowd.

Daemon shook his head and filled Wynafryd’s cup. Wishing that he’d gotten to know Margaery better sooner, he returned to the spot he’d left her, and her face brightened up the moment she saw him.

“Thanks,” she said as she accepted her cup. “Say, would you like to go somewhere quiet?”

Daemon cocked an eyebrow, grinned, and said, “just the two of us?”

“I don’t see anyone else,” Wynafryd replied with a grin of her own, “not unless your ghost is still here.”

“About that,” Daemon said, cringing slightly. “I was going to introduce you to…”

“I saw him, Daemon,” Wynafryd laughed. Taking his hand, she said, “come.”

Leading him upstairs, the pair ducked into the first empty room they found, which appeared to be a sort of den. There wasn’t a bed, but there was a lovely couch they could settle into.

“There,” Wynafryd said, sitting down. “That’s much more comfortable.”

Shutting the door, Daemon was annoyed to find no lock and just hoped that the other partygoers would take the hint when they saw the closed door. He joined Wynafryd on the couch and took a sip of his drink before setting it down.

“I suppose I should at least ask about Domeric,” Daemon said, not wanting to even hint at Margaery gossiping.

“Wow, you really are out of the loop,” Wynafryd said. “Dom and I broke up.”

“I’m sorry,” Daemon said.

“Thanks,” Wynafryd said. “It was a mutual thing; we just realized that we didn’t work together, you know?”

“Not really,” Daemon said. “I’ve only ever had one serious girlfriend, and the ending to that came out of the blue.”

“It was a shock to me too,” Wynafryd said, placing her hand on his. “The rest of the team always thought you two would last and end up being that rare high school sweetheart story.”

“That was the plan,” Daemon said, “but you know what they say about making plans.”

“Well, it’s her loss,” Wynafryd said. “Quite a few of us were always envious of her.”

“Oh?” Daemon asked.

“Not just that she was dating you, though you are seriously hot,” Wynafryd said.

“You’re pretty hot yourself,” Daemon said, looking her up and down.

The simple blue dress she had on hugged her significant curves perfectly and was cut to display her cleavage to full effect.

Wynafryd just grinned predatorily at him and continued, saying, “you were always so sweet too. She had the kind of relationship we all wanted, and that’s why it was such a shock to us.”

“It was to me as well, but I don’t want to talk or even think about Alys right now,” Daemon said, leaning in close.

“What do you want to do?” Wynafryd asked breathily, her eyes widening.

“To start, this,” Daemon said as he kissed her.

He kept it soft to start with, just gently pressing his lips against hers as he waited to see how she’d respond. She kissed him back immediately, and he cupped her face as he moved to deepen it. Draping his body over hers, he coaxed her tongue out with his and grinned as she moaned into his mouth. She shifted on the couch so that her whole body was under his and spread her legs. He ground his rapidly hardening cock into her, only his pants and her panties separating them.

“Fuck, Daemon,” Wynafryd gasped as she broke the kiss for air. “That was one hell of a kiss.”

Daemon placed a hand on her bare leg and slowly slid it upwards, delighting as her green eyes darkened with lust the closer he got to her thigh.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice low and rumbling.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Wynafryd asked, sounding amused.

“It is,” Daemon replied, “but I want to hear it anyway.”

“I want you,” Wynafryd said. “I want you to fuck me like you fucked her.”

“I never fucked her,” Daemon said automatically before he could stop himself.

“What?” Wynafryd asked, sounding like he’d just told her the sky was a bright magenta.

“We never had sex,” Daemon said, wishing he hadn’t said a word. “She wanted to wait.”

“I know for a fact she’s fucking Robb,” Wynafryd said, her eyes widening as she realized just what she had said and to whom. “Fuck, Daemon, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Daemon said, ignoring the sting her words caused. It wasn’t nearly as sharp as it used to be anyway. “She wanted to wait for me.”

“Wait, so would this be your first…” Wynafryd trailed off.

“Far from it,” Daemon said.

“Oh?” Wynafryd asked.

“Let’s just say I’ve had an...educational summer,” Daemon said.

“Hot for teacher?” Wynafryd giggled.

“Something like that,” Daemon said.

“So I’d get to fuck you before Alys?” Wynafryd asked, sounding deeply pleased by the thought.

“Only if you ask nicely,” Daemon smirked.

Wynafryd laughed out loud before giving him a heated look and saying, “please fuck me, Daemon?”

“Gladly,” Daemon snarled, immediately attacking her slender neck with his lips.

Wynafryd moaned as he kissed along her neck, her breath hitching as he reached her pulse point. She wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck while her other one slid down his back.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she gasped.

“So are you,” Daemon replied, sitting up and pulling her with him.

He reached around for the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Fuck,” he groaned, making her giggle.

“None of them look good with this dress,” Wynafryd said, immediately guessing what he was reacting to. Pushing him back, she pulled her dress down, unveiling her full, perky tits to him. “You like?”

“Like you even have to ask,” Daemon replied, cupping her heavy mounds in his hands.

He might not have been able to ogle the gorgeous brunette without pissing off his then girlfriend for more reasons than one, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t, like every other guy in school, noticed how well she filled out her cheerleading outfit. Aside from Desmera, she was the bustiest one on the team.

“Ahh,” Wynafryd moaned as he brought one of her large, pink nipples to his lips and flicked his tongue over the nub. “Fuck, just like that.”

Daemon kneaded her breasts as he went from nipple to nipple with his eager, hungry mouth. He had always heard that less busty women usually had more sensitive breasts, but that certainly wasn’t true of Wynafryd, who was quickly reduced to a quivering, moaning mess.

“By the gods, you’re good at that,” Wynafryd moaned.

“This isn’t all I’m good at,” Daemon said, trailing kisses down her dress until his face was hovering above her still-covered pussy. Inhaling her aroma, he moaned, “fuck, you smell good.”

Wynafryd shuddered and hurried to her feet, letting the dress pool on the floor. Her panties quickly followed, and Daemon just sat there, taking in the vision of her body with a low whistle. Her large breasts were perfectly complemented by her wide hips, giving her an hourglass figure some women would kill for. Smirking as she saw his desire written plainly on his face, she did a little twirl, giving him a view of her round, perfectly toned ass.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” Daemon breathed. “Come here.”

Wynafryd padded towards him, her hips swaying as she walked, and she climbed into his lap, kissing him deeply. Daemon returned the kiss eagerly and quickly repositioned them so that she was sitting on the couch with him between her parted thighs.

“Beautiful from head to toe,” he commented as he placed her long legs on his shoulders and traced a finger down along the top of her foot.

Pressing his lips against her ankle, he trailed kisses down her leg, delighting in how she squirmed and shook the closer he got to her pussy. With not a hair between her legs, there was nothing obscuring Daemon’s view of her nether lips, which already looked slick. When he reached her sex, he considered skipping over it entirely and kissing a trail down her other leg, but he remembered that he wasn’t in an empty house. He had no idea how long it might be before some drunk asshole stumbled inside the room, and he wanted to bury himself inside before anything like that could happen. He also knew that he was going to have to get her off before she’d even consider taking him inside her once she laid eyes on his cock.

“Mmm,” Wynafryd sighed as he kissed around her pussy, avoiding it just yet.

Her sighs turned to gasps and soft moans when he gave her sex a few probing licks. Sinking his fingers into her thighs, he started devouring her in earnest, groaning at how turned on she already was.

“Fuck yes!” Wynafryd cried. “Gods, baby, don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Daemon groaned.

Even believing that he should hurry up in case they were interrupted, Daemon still couldn’t bring himself to rush things too much. Avoiding her clit for the most part, he set about pleasuring her slowly with his talented lips and tongue. He kept this up until she was writhing uncontrollably on the couch, moaning and crying in broken sentences about how fucking amazing he was. Only when he was sure that she was right on the edge did he move in for the kill, gently sucking her throbbing pearl between his lips and flicking his tongue over it directly.

“FUCK!” Wynafryd wailed, her pelvis rocking on the couch like waves against the land as her fluids spurted over his face and dripped down his chin.

Daemon continued to stimulate her with his dexterous tongue as she came, seeking to draw out her pleasure for as long as he could and only relenting when it started to seem like it was too much for her. Letting her go, he pulled back and smirked at the sight of the exhausted-looking, sweaty brunette still shaking in her seat.

“Fuck,” Wynafryd panted, looking at him in wonder. “I don’t know...if I’ve ever cum...that hard before.”

Daemon was about to question that when he paused, remembering that she was probably far less experienced than most of the women he had slept with over the last five or so weeks. Margaery and Desmera had looked similarly impressed, as he recalled, as had Myrcella and even Bella. He just licked his lips and smirked at her, cocking an eyebrow in challenge.

Wynafryd looked amused by his cockiness, and, as she caught her breath, she sat up and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. Taking a moment to run her fingers down his chest and along his abs, she reached for his belt. She undid it, throwing it aside, and unzipped his fly, pulling his pants down so quickly that his cock sprang out and slapped her in the face.

“Sorry, Wynafryd,” Daemon said automatically as she stared at his cock in absolute amazement.

“What the fuck?” Wynafryd asked, wrapping her hand around his hard shaft and holding it up as though she didn’t believe it was real.

“It’s bigger than most,” Daemon said casually.

“Bigger than...you could do porn!” Wynafryd exclaimed. “You’ve seriously fit this inside a woman before?”

“A fair few, actually,” Daemon said. “Alys was always too scared to try, but I’ve managed to find others who have enjoyed it.”

That comment was aimed at the competitiveness that had always existed between those two, and Daemon couldn’t help but grin as he saw her look at his cock like it was a challenge she had just accepted.

“Fuck, I can’t really blame her,” Wynafryd said. “If I was a delicate little thing like her, I might be scared as well.”

“I swear it doesn’t bite,” Daemon quipped, and Wynafryd grinned at him.

“Neither do I,” she said, bringing his cock to her lips.

She kissed the bulbous head softly, making his breath hitch, and continued all around. Every gentle touch of her full lips against his glans made bolts of pleasure shoot up his spine, and he snaked his fingers into her hair, her braid having fallen down between her shoulder blades. She moved lower and used the flat of her tongue to lick a long, slow trail up his entire shaft that made her groan.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Daemon gasped as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

Her eyes never left his as she started bobbing her head up and down slowly on him, taking more and more as she went.

“UGH,” she gagged as she went too far and immediately moved back.

After a moment, she started moving again, sucking his cock while stroking the half she couldn’t comfortably take inside her mouth. Daemon was used to being deepthroated by women who either had no gag reflex or had long since trained it away, but he couldn’t say that this didn’t feel bloody marvelous anyway.

“Fuck, this is just so much cock,” Wynafryd moaned. “I have no idea how I’m going to fit it in my little pussy.”

“You want to try it, though, don’t you?” Daemon asked, grinning. “You want to know what it would feel like to be stretched to your limit by me.”

“Yes,” Wynafryd moaned. “Just, you know, go slow.”

“Of course,” Daemon said, helping her up.

He kissed her and led her back to the couch, carefully positioning them on it. The two of them made out frenziedly as Daemon slotted his cock between her hot, slick folds and started grinding into her.

“Gods, you’re going to split me in half,” Wynafryd moaned, her whole body humming in anticipation.

Daemon grinned down at her and brushed her clit with the tip of his cock, making her gasp and jolt. Moving lower, he lined himself with her quivering opening, carefully getting as much of her wetness on himself as he could, and pushed forward. She cried out as the head of his cock popped inside her and clenched around him almost painfully.

“It’s okay, Wynafryd,” Daemon said soothingly, “you can take it.”

“Fu...fuck!” Wynafryd groaned, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “You feel like a fucking baseball bat.”

“Gods, you feel so good around me,” Daemon murmured in her ear, pausing to let her get used to him. “You’re so fucking tight!”

Wynafryd laughed and hiccuped at his words, wrapping her arms around him. He pushed a little more of his cock inside her, and her grip on him tightened. She clung to him like a liferaft, mewling and gasping as he slowly spread her open. Inch by inch, she took him, her whole body shaking from the exertion of being stretched wide by him, but she didn’t ask him to stop or even slow. After the first few inches, she started thrusting up against him, trying to help him bury more of himself inside her wonderfully tight tunnel.

When the last inch finally slipped inside, Wynafryd squeaked and wrapped her legs around him tightly, obviously trying to keep him from moving at all. Daemon had no objections to that at all, content to just enjoy the feeling of one of the tightest pussies he’d ever been in, clinging to every inch of his cock.

“Wait,” Wynafryd whimpered. “I need a minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” Daemon said.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Wynafryd said. “It’s just so much more intense than I’m used to, but it kinda burns too.”

“That’ll pass,” Daemon assured her. “Just try to relax as best you can.”

Leaning in, he kissed her, and she groaned into his mouth as she responded. Reaching up to cup one of her breasts, he kneaded it softly as he continued to kiss her, trying to take her mind off of the feeling of being stretched so far. The two of them stayed like that for a couple minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other while they softly kissed and caressed each other.

“Move,” Wynafryd sighed when she was finally ready.

She let out a gasp when he pulled half of his cock from her pussy and then a sharp cry when he plunged back inside. He kept his rhythm slow and gentle to begin with, letting her get used to him a bit more. Changing his angle slightly, he started brushing against her g-spot with every thrust, and before long, she was moaning almost constantly.

“You feel so good!” Wynafryd exclaimed. “Fuck, we should have done this ages ago.”

Daemon just chuckled, imagining how little she would have appreciated the kind of clueless lover he was before this summer, and reached down to stroke her clit.

“Fuck!” Wynafryd almost screamed, burying her face in the crook of her neck.

She sunk her teeth into his shoulder, and Daemon let out a yelping moan.

“Sorry,” Wynafryd said, pulling back immediately and looking embarrassed. “Force of habit.”

That Domeric liked to be bitten in bed was a fact Daemon didn’t need, but he also didn’t mind what she had just done to him.

“Do that again,” he asked, his voice thick and husky with desire.

Wynafryd’s eyes lit up, and she grinned, giving his collarbone a teasing nip. She was apparently into this too, if the way her cunt fluttered around him was any indication. Picking up his pace, Daemon started thrusting into her harder and faster. He moved her legs to his shoulders, folding her in half in a way that he could only do due to how insanely flexible she was, and changed the angle of his thrusts again as he sought one of those truly sensitive deep spots.

“Daemon!” Wynafryd cried loudly. “Gods, you feel so deep.”

Smirking at her, he reached out with one hand to tease one of her pebbled nipples with his thumb and forefinger while stroking her clit again. The sounds emanating from her pouty lips grew louder and louder, and Daemon might have been concerned about the rest of the house hearing them if he could even remember the party at this point. Focused as he was on his new lover, little else registered to him other than his need to see and feel her cum for him. Searching around for the spot he was seeking, he was rewarded soon enough as he felt his cock slip inside something.

Wynafryd’s eyes went wide, and her mouth hung open in shock as her orgasm built rapidly within her. Her back arched off of the couch as much as it could with her legs in the air, and she clawed at the fabric as everything grew too intense for her.

“DAEMON!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as her peak hit with the force of a truck.

She clawed down his back, making him hiss, and her whole body began to tremble as her orgasm continued to thunder through her entire body. The pain added to his pleasure, and Daemon’s rapidly fraying self-control slipped. With a roar, he came, filling her to the brim with his thick cum. The two of them writhed against each other as they rode out their orgasms. Belatedly, Daemon realized that making a mess on the couch in what was likely Sam’s father’s den was stupid, but that was the sort of thing he needed post-nut clarity to even contemplate, apparently.

“Eh, I’ll just turn over the cushions and hope for the best,” he thought to himself.

“Wow,” Wynafryd panted, her whole body limp under him as she let herself sink into the couch. “That was...insane!”

“That’s one word for it,” Daemon panted, chuckling.

“Pull out,” Wynafryd said after a few moments. “This position is becoming uncomfortable.”

“Oh, sure,” Daemon said, pulling his half-hard cock from her depths and getting to his feet.

Wynafryd stretched out, giving him a tantalizing view of her perfect hourglass body, and sighed in total contentment. Twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, she looked up at him and smiled widely.

“That was easily the best sex I’ve ever had,” she said.

“Man, if that was the best sex she’s ever had, the marathon sessions I’ve had with Lynesse would make her brain leak out of her ears,” Daemon thought to himself.

“It doesn’t have to be over,” he said, stroking his cock in front of her.

“So soon?” Wynafryd asked, her eyes widening.

“Have you seen you?” Daemon asked with a grin as his cock rehardened rapidly.

“I would never have let you go,” Wynafryd said, shuddering.

“Wyna…” Daemon went to say.

“Relax, Daemon,” Wynafryd said. “My breakup wasn’t all that brutal, but it still just happened, and I’m not looking to date again anytime soon.”

Daemon relaxed a bit at that. He hadn’t even contemplated dating since Alys dumped him, and with most of his sexual partners this summer being women who wouldn’t publicly date him for anything, he hadn’t had to have that conversation once.

“I’m glad that we’re on the same page there,” he said, “because I haven’t even thought about dating in ages.”

“I get it,” Wynafryd said, sitting up and spreading her legs. “Now, I think you said something about us not being done?”

“Stand up first, if you can,” Daemon said. “I want to turn those cushions over.”

“Probably for the best,” Wynafryd said, feeling the mess leaking out of her pussy and standing up on shaky legs. She licked her fingers clean, winking at him, and Daemon felt his cock throb at the sight.

Once he had covered up the evidence of their tryst as well as he could, he turned to her and pulled her in for a searing kiss.

“I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours in the air,” he growled in her ear, making her shiver.

Without a word, she got on her knees and grabbed the couch for support, shaking her ass at him enticingly. Daemon joined her quickly, lining himself up with her still-leaking pussy and plunged inside to the hilt, making her cry out. The two wasted no time working up to a fast, hard pace for their second round, losing themselves in their passion. So lost were they in each other that neither heard the door open behind them nor saw the woman who took in the sight of them with wide blue-grey eyes that grew rapidly wet as she did so.