I braced myself on the shower wall, holding the top of the glass door on the other side. My balls drew tight, poised and ready to unleash. When I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, I gently tipped my hips and thrust into her mouth.
Poppy gagged.
“Can you take it?” I growled.
She sucked in a sharp breath…and then gave me a nod.
I thrust again. “Good, I knew you could.”
Reaching behind, I fumbled for the shower hose. “Here. Put this back between those gorgeous legs.”
Poppy lifted her hand, blinding clasping for the showerhead. She was concentrating hard on taking every measured thrust I gave.
“That’s it, rub the water on your clit, flower.”
A delicious moan caressed the tip of my cock in the back of her throat.
Poppy hugged an arm around my knee, taking the balance she needed to pleasure herself while ending me.
If right now was all about my needs, I would have fisted her hair and drove into her mouth until tears and snot ran down her face. But I controlled each movement, not letting go to the wild flash of ecstasy.
Every nerve ending in my body was alive, tuned into the pants, the gasps, the moans.
With a groan, I cursed violently in my native tongue.
Poppy’s smirk told me she understood at least a couple of the choice words.
My beautiful flower. She’d come into my life, bringing back the stolen piece and showing me one that I didn’t know I was missing. Now my only focus was to make her stay.
“Now spank that pretty little pussy.”
Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a surprised breath.
I tightened my grip on her hair. “I said, spank it.”
A weak, wet slap echoed under the rain. I chuckled. It was intoxicating corrupting this beautiful wildflower.
“Nice, but this time, do it harder.” My voice held a sharp note. It came out in a low, tight snap.
Poppy obeyed. Shock flickered in her shadowed eyes.
She liked it.
“Alright, Poppy, you can come.” I relaxed, enjoying the feel of her lips bobbing on my cock as she focused on taking her own pleasure. In seconds, she was breathing hard. “That’s it, beautiful, give it to me. Give it all to me.”
Her cry of pleasure was muffled by the heavy gag. Poppy stiffened and then collapsed in a panting heap. My dick slipped from her mouth. The loss of heat was physically painful.
I crouched before her, tipping her chin up so as not to miss a thing. Wildfire danced through her eyes.
“You are stunning,” I confessed.
Chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, she licked her top lip, then pulled the bottom between her teeth. “That was…that was intense.”
I smirked. “Come on, let’s get you out. You’re starting to prune.”
Poppy gripped my thighs and shook her head. “We’re—we’re not finished.”
Whatever trick of the universe sent her my way was having a good laugh at my expense. I nearly passed out as she bent over my lap, taking my cock deeper. At this angle, I bottomed out, hitting the back of her throat.
