"What?"
I don’t like the lost look flickering in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare regret me now.”
His eyes darken, a resolve settling over him.
"Never, Poppy. Never. Regret you? I'm never letting you go. It just shows that you were made for me." He drops to his knees, starts kissing my stomach, each crease with gentleness. "For me only. I like the sound of that."
He drags my underwear down as he kisses every part of my legs and thighs.
"Mine. You're mine."
"Yes, yes."
He opens my legs slightly before sliding his fingers into my folds.
"So fucking wet for me already."
"Let me see you, please," I plead.
He gets up, removing every single layer until he's in his boxer briefs.
"Are you sure?" he asks, his finger on the waistband of his boxers. "There's no rush, we've got all the time in the world."
"Yes. You don't know how many times I’ve imagined this, Blake. I want you. All of you."
He nods and I see his cock for the very first time, bigger than I imagined, the tip already covered with pre-cum.
"We'll go slow, I'll take care of you," he promises. Gripping my neck, he kisses me again before we drop to my bed.
I reach for his cock, wanting to feel it, pumping it up and down, loving seeing him start to unravel with just a few touches.
"Fuck, Poppy." He grabs my waist. "Not tonight. I want to be inside you."
"You keep promising it but I don't see it happening."
That settles it. A second later, he's pining me down, his cock right by my entrance.
"Is this what you want?" he growls, turned into a feral beast.
"Yes!"
Slowly, I sense him stretching me, the overwhelming feeling of fullness takes over me.
"So perfect. Made for me. This pussy was made for me, Poppy. And it's only mine, you hear me? Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours."
"I'm yours too. I'll do anything for you. Do you hear me, Poppy?"
"Yes!"
He's not thrusting, waiting for me. But I'm too impatient. I need this. So I move, trying to thrust even with his grip on my hips.
"So impatient my little Poppy."
I do it again, we're challenging each other. But I see it. I see the way he's dropping every single layer of control in him. I like that power. I like to see him like this, so messed up, so unruly, far from the perfectly polished version he shows to the world. For me, he's wild.
