“Don’t stop, please don’t sto…” she begs with my cock in her hand, and her mouth latches on before she can finish speaking.
“Fuuuck,” I hiss as she takes me to the back of her throat. No working herself up to it. She’s desperate, and I’m in heaven. This vision I never thought I would get to see again, I need more, so I push my jeans and boxers down further and let them drop below my ass. Legs slightly apart, I give Poppy room to grip my balls too. I remember how much she loves to roll them in her hand as she devours me.
I’m trying to breathe deep because it’s been too long. I’m about to lose my load down her throat. But this isn’t about me.
Poppy wants this.
Correction, Poppy needs this.
Wrapping her blonde locks of hair in my fingers, I pull just a little, making her groan around my cock. That tingle of pain heightens her arousal, making her suck harder. I can’t take much more.
I pull her head back, and she looks up at me. Saliva dribbles from her very plump lips that have now turned a beautiful shade of red from all the sucking, and she questions me with the intensity of her stare, wondering why I made her stop.
“That’s enough… for now.” I pull my jeans back over my ass, leaving my cock standing up straight, leaning on my stomach and leaking pre-come all over it.
“But…” she pleads.
“No buts. I’m going to stand you up and carry you to the table, strip you, and make you scream my name so fucking loud. If your leg hurts or you aren’t comfortable, you tell me. Understood?” My voice is a low deep growl. I feel like a savage animal about to get his first meal for a long time.
“Fuck my leg. I want that, all of that.” Poppy’s words rush from her mouth. Stepping back a little, I take her hands and pull her to a standing position. No waiting for her to be balanced because she doesn’t need it. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pick her up enough that her feet are off the ground.
Within a few steps we’re at the side of the desk. Lowering her feet to the ground, her ass rests against the edge.
“Hold on to it for a second. Don’t move.” I wait until her hands are gripping the desk. Stepping around her, I throw things to the floor and lower the computer screens down there too. Sure, I could do the big movie scene of sweeping everything off in one action with my arm, but then I’d be screwed tonight with broken screens.
“My desk is big, and I want to use every inch,” I say as I step back in front of Poppy.
“It’s not the only big thing that you use every inch of.” She bites down on her lip as her hand finds my cock again.
“Didn’t hear you complain about those inches last time.” Now I’m the one with the urgency to get her clothes off. Every stroke of my dick is like she’s slowly torturing me. I want to tellher to stop, but the pleasure is so good, even with the pain of trying not to orgasm.
I love that she has wide-leg pants on that I can easily slip over her cast. The view underneath them, though, I wasn’t prepared for. A hot-pink lace G-string.
“Holy shit, woman, are you trying to kill me?” I can’t help myself. I run a finger up the center of her pussy and feel her arousal seeping through the lace. I want my tongue to do the same. Grabbing her by the hips, I place her ass on my desk.
“Oh!” she squeals in surprise. Her hands land on the desk behind her. Arching her body, her breasts get pushed up nicely, nipples hard under her shirt.
“Sit up,” I growl. Moving on my command, I’ve got her shirt off over her head and drop to the floor.
I’m salivating at the sight of her matching bright pink lace bra.
“Did you pack these for me?” My possessive feelings for her want to know if she was thinking about the possibility of this happening.
“No,” she replies, trying to pretend.
I reach for one nipple and run my finger over the lace around it. “I don’t believe you, sweetheart.” I stop as I take the nipple between my thumb and finger. “I’ll ask again, were these for me?” I slowly pinch the nipple.
Her head drops back, and as she moans her answer, the smirk of satisfaction spreads across my face.
“Maybe… oh God… okay, yes… oh God… yes!” She whips her head back up and stares at me as I let go. “Why can’t I resist you?” Her hands move behind her, undoing her bra. The straps fall from her shoulders, and her perfectly shaped breasts are now free from their confines.
“Because you’re mine and I’m yours. We can’t fight that kind of attraction. Time will help us sort out the rest.” Placing myhand in the middle of her bare chest, ready to push her back flat on the table, I see a flicker of concern in her expression. It was there for a mere second, but it’s enough to stop me.
“Poppy, do you need me to stop?” I say softly, reminding her that I can turn all this dominance off in a heartbeat. I’m more than this lust-filled man who loves to watch her give up her control for me. “I don’t want you to regret this. That would kill me,” I say, placing my hand on her cheek tenderly.
She drops her face into my hand and rubs against it, closing her eyes. “I could never regret this. I just don’t want to hurt you.” She opens her eyes again to look at me. “I’m taking my pleasure from you because I need it to feel alive again. You make me float to a place where I feel free. But I can’t give you more than this, and I realize how selfish that is. You might begin to hate me for using you, and that would killme.”
Oh, my Poppy, I didn’t know I could fall any harder for you than I already have.
