“I could come just from the way you look at me when I’m balls deep in you.”
The sensation of having nothing between us, feeling her bare pussy gripping my cock, was more erotic and intense than anything I’d ever experienced. It drove me wild, reminding me with every stroke that she wasn’t protected. And I had no fucking intention of pulling out.
My thrusts became urgent, my hips slamming into her and hitting deep. I pounded into her with a desperate, animalistic need to breed her.
“I’m not pulling out,” I growled against her throat, my teeth scraping her soft skin. “I’m filling you with every fucking drop.”
She cried out louder, clearly too far gone to fully grasp the meaning of my words. But her pussy responded, squeezing around my cock so tight it almost pushed me over the edge right then.
“Your body’s fucking begging me to breed it,” I rasped.” You don’t even realize how loud it’s screaming for it.”
Poppy thrashed beneath me, her pussy rippling around my cock. She was so fucking close.
“You’re gonna come for me, Poppy,” I commanded, my fingers sliding down to rub rough circles over her swollen clit. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
She screamed my name, shattering beneath me. Her pussy clamped down, convulsing around my cock, and I roared in response, my release slamming through me like a freight train.I exploded inside her, my hips jerking wildly as I pumped every last drop deep into her womb.
When I was empty, my cock was still hard. I stayed buried inside her, refusing to let anything leak out. She was mine, marked and claimed, inside and out.
When I pushed onto my elbows to gaze down at Poppy, a small, satisfied chuckle rumbled in my chest. She was already asleep, utterly spent and overstimulated. I wrapped her in my arms and rolled to my back, keeping her tight against my chest.
Then I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, allowing myself to relax into contentment for the first time in what felt like forever. I’d claimed my girl, and nothing had ever felt more right.
6
POPPY
Iwoke up with my cheek pressed to Colter’s chest, one of his arms slung possessively over my waist. With him wrapped around me this way, it felt like he’d claimed me in his sleep and had no intention of letting go.
His heartbeat was steady under my ear, and I remained still so I could enjoy the moment. Another first for me, thanks to Colter.
This one was almost as satisfying as losing my virginity to him last night. The orgasms had given me physical satisfaction beyond my wildest imagination, and waking up in his arms was emotionally gratifying.
I shifted just enough to tip my head back and look at him. He was already awake, his light-brown eyes fixed on me. They seemed lazier and more satisfied than sleepy. “Morning.”
“Hi,” I whispered back.
Even though he touched every inch of my body last night, I suddenly felt shy. But the slide of his hand up my bare back in a lazy caress soothed me.
“You sleep okay?” he asked, his thumb brushing the skin just under my shoulder blade.
“Best sleep of my life,” I admitted, my cheeks heating more. “You?”
“Best view I’ve ever woken up to.” His gaze dropped deliberately to where the sheet had slipped down, exposing the curve of my breast.
I laughed, soft and a little breathless. “Such a smooth talker.”
“Not a line, baby. Just the truth.”
He rolled us so I was on my back, bracing himself over me with one forearm pressed against the mattress. His short blond hair was mussed, and my fingers itched to run through it again.
“Shower.” He brushed his lips against mine. “I’ll make coffee.”
He’d cleaned between my legs last night, but I definitely needed to bathe. I nodded, already mourning the loss of his weight when he started to pull away.
Almost as though he knew what was going through my mind, he paused and drawled, “Unless…”
“Unless?” I echoed, my pulse starting to race.
