“Colter, please,” she whispered in a breathless voice. “I need you.”
That soft plea cracked something wide open inside me, unleashing the raw need I could never seem to control aroundher. My hips slammed forward, burying me balls deep as she cried out, her tight pussy clamping down on me.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I groaned, my control snapping as I began to drive into her faster and harder. “That’s it. Squeeze me tight. Just like that. Oh fuck, yes!”
“Yes!” Her voice was broken and desperate, her hips lifting wildly, meeting every fierce thrust. “Colter! Oh yes!”
I pushed her thighs higher, grunting, “Spread wider, baby. Show me how much your sweet pussy needs my big cock buried inside you.” She immediately did as she was told, and I pinched her clit as I murmured, “Such a good girl.”
My cock hammered into her, hitting the perfect spot to make her eyes roll back and her cries echo off the bedroom walls. The bed frame protested beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with every brutal thrust, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop if I tried, my cock throbbing inside her tight, dripping heat, and my mind centered on claiming her in every possible way.
“I’m gonna come so deep inside you,” I growled roughly, driving into her with unrestrained need. “And I'm not stopping until your pussy is packed tight with my come. Then I’m gonna do it over and over until I see you swollen and round with our baby.”
Poppy shattered beneath me, her pussy convulsing in waves, milking my cock and dragging me right over the edge with her. I roared her name, slamming into her one last time, planting myself deep and erupting inside her. Pleasure ripped through me, my release explosive and consuming as I emptied everything I had into her womb. When I was done, I knew there was no way in hell she wouldn’t end up pregnant.
Panting heavily, my head dropped to her neck, my voice a fierce rasp against her skin. “No one else touches what’s mine.”
Her fingers tangled into my hair, holding me close as her body trembled. I wrapped her tight in my arms, our breathing slowly settling into a matching rhythm.
She’s mine—forever.
It was my last thought before I fell into an easy, contended sleep.
13
POPPY
Monday mornings were rougher than usual after I met Colter. I had even more reason to want to stay home than to go to work. Especially today, after such a great weekend.
He brushed his lips against mine. “Have a good day, baby.”
“I’ll try,” I huffed. “But there’s no way it’s going to top how we spent yesterday. Or the barbecue on Saturday. Not even the pasta dinner you made on Friday.”
“Glad you had so much fun with me.” He gave me another kiss, then patted my butt. “Promise we’ll have more tonight.”
I beamed a smile at him. “I’m sure we will.”
“Text me when you’re done, baby.” His thumb stroked my lower back before he murmured, “I’ll be here.”
My mind was still on him as I walked into the building, vaguely returning my coworkers’ greetings. I was still floating when I spotted two men in dark suits standing near the reception desk.
One was older, maybe late fifties, with silver at the temples and wire-rimmed glasses. The other was probably in his thirties, with an athletic build and eyes that tracked the people aroundhim. When his gaze zeroed in on me and he jerked his head in my direction, I stumbled to a stop.
Sarah bumped into my back. “Oops. Sorry, Poppy.”
“It’s okay. Totally my fault.” I waved off her concern. “I didn’t realize you were right behind me.”
Her gaze followed mine, and she stood a little taller and fluffed her hair. “Nice. He’s not as hot as your guy, but I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed.”
I shook my head, my nose wrinkling at her obvious appreciation of Colter.
“No judging when you’ve scored a hot guy for yourself.” She poked my side. “The rest of us girls need to lower our standards sometimes.”
The guy she was drooling over strode toward us, stopping me from replying to Sarah.
“Miss Fairbanks?”
When I nodded, Sarah whispered, “Put in a good word for me,” before hurrying toward the elevator.
