“Dammit. I want you, Poppy. You’re dripping for me. I need you wrapped around my cock.”
Without breaking our connection, I reach down as she raises her hips by a couple of inches and guide my tip to her entrance.
“Go on, Mouse. Sit on me. Let me feel you take me in.” She starts to sink slowly, her snug channel barely stretching to accommodate me. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby. Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Oh, God. It’s… a lot.” She pauses and retracts slightly before trying to lower again.
“Don’t stop now, baby. Keep going.” She sinks a little more. “Good girl. Take it all.”
She lowers down fully, and fuck if it’s not the best feeling in the world. There’s nothing like the initial breach—no thrust afterward compares. Her pussy is squeezing me so tight it’s like it’s never been penetrated. Only I know it has. But not enough to be used to it, and the tension in Poppy’s shoulders reminds me she’s still new to this.
“Shhh. Relax.” I reach up to brush the hair from her face. “You’ve got this. It only gets better from here. Are you ready to ride me?”
“I’m not sure. I’m scared to move.”
“Don’t be. I promise you’ll like this. Scoot back and forth. Feel how deep I am.” I’m dying to take control, but I want her to becomfortable first. She’ll see how good it is in no time. I grab her and gently move her forward and back to demonstrate.
She gasps.
“You like that, baby? My cock’s all yours. Use it, Poppy. Fuck me however you want.”
She gives her hips a slight rock, testing out the movement, and her pussy clenches around me.
“Fuuuck. Your pussy is heaven. It’s like you were made for me.”
Her head is buried in my neck, but the urge to kiss her is overwhelming, so I lift her up and bring her mouth to mine, heightening our desire. Only seconds pass until we’re devouring each other, and she’s moving vigorously in sync with our mouths.
I’m groaning into the kiss, the sensation of her fucking me, out of this world. She speeds up, then lifts into a sitting position and braces herself on my chest. Her hands grab onto my pecs while she uses her grip to move back and forth. It’s fucking phenomenal. She’s a natural.
“You look so good riding my cock.”
I can tell she’s close, so I take it upon myself to bring her home, because the quicker she’s coming, the quicker I can unleash myself toward my own release. If my dick doesn’t coat her insides with cum soon, he’ll revolt. Finding her clit with my thumb, I slowly circle it, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Come on, baby. Give in to it and soak me.”
My other hand reaches for her breast, and when I tweak her nipple, pure ecstasy lights up her face, and her pace quickens frantically as she chases her orgasm. Two seconds later, she squeezes my dick so hard, I’d have blown if I wasn’t so concentrated on her pleasure.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, my God. Braden. It feels so good. Don’t stop.” She screams the rest of her climax before crashing to my chest in a heap.
“You okay, Mouse?”
“Holy shit. More than okay.”
“Good, because I’m taking over. You ready?”
“Uh, for what?”
“You’ll see.” I grab her hips firmly to hold her in place and pummel into her from below, hammering in and out at a frantic pace while I keep her still.
“Fuck, I love this pussy. You take my cock so well, Mouse.”
I continue rutting into her from below, hitting that spot deep inside that feels like I’m breaking through some secondary barrier, and in my imagination, it opens only for me.
“I own this pussy, don’t I? Say it, Poppy. Tell me I own this pussy.”
Nothing comes out other than sounds of pleasure.
I spank her ass. “Tell me who owns this pussy. Now.”
