“What did you say?” I asked, smirking.
She huffed. “You’re still wearing way too many clothes.”
I chuckled. “Not wrong, baby.”
Jumping to my feet, I quickly removed my cut, shirt, and jeans. Without any boxers, my cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and achingly hard. I caught her wide-eyed stare as she took in the full sight of me, her lips parting in shock with a hint of trepidation.
“Don’t worry,” I assured her gently, despite the fierce hunger surging inside me. “Gonna fit together perfectly.”
She nodded and swallowed nervously, her eyes still a little apprehensive even as they darkened with desire. I almost smiled, knowing by the time I actually sank into her, she’d be so needy and consumed with pleasure she wouldn’t even think twice about her fear.
Settling between her thighs, I spread her open with my thumbs, staring down at the slick, glistening flesh before me with a filthy appreciation.
“Look at you, baby,” I rasped, my voice thick with hunger. “So damn wet and fucking perfect. This pretty pussy was made for me.”
I didn’t hesitate, dipping my head to devour her. My tongue swept hungrily between her drenched folds, tasting her sweetness and teasing her clit mercilessly. I grasped her hips firmly, holding her steady as she bucked against me, moaningand gasping while I worked her expertly with my mouth. I pushed her quickly to the edge, felt her tighten, then shattered her with a flick of my tongue. She cried with pleasure as her thighs shook violently against my shoulders.
But I didn’t give her a chance to recover. Without slowing, I built her back up again, driving her higher and higher until she trembled beneath me. And just as she approached that next peak, I withdrew, leaving her dangling on the precipice of release.
Her breathing was ragged, her eyes wide and desperate. I smiled darkly as I moved up the bed, covering her body with mine. My hips settled between her thighs, notching the thick, swollen head of my cock at her entrance. Teasing but not yet entering her yet, forcing Poppy to remain exactly where I wanted her—right on the edge, desperate and aching for more.
“There’s one thing I need you clear on, baby,” I rasped, staring deep into her hazel eyes. They were glassy with desire, clouded by the ache I’d carefully built up, but I needed her to hear me first. It took every shred of my self-control to hold back. “I’m not looking for temporary with you. When I pop your cherry, that’s it. No going back. You’re mine, and there won’t be anyone else. Ever.”
Her eyes widened slightly, the lust momentarily chased by surprise, quickly softened with a trust that punched straight into my chest. She drew a ragged breath and nodded, her voice soft but sure. “I’m yours.”
My control snapped, the raw possessiveness and relief mixing into something explosive as I sealed my mouth over hers. I kissed her until she writhed beneath me again, desperate and needy. My tongue tangled with hers, and I swallowed her gasps. Her breathy moans only fueled my raging hunger. When I finally broke the kiss, her heaving chest was flushed. She was beautifully wrecked by desire.
I slid my hips forward in one powerful thrust, plunging into her tight, untouched heat. Her virginity gave way, her innocence surrendering to my claim as I buried myself as deep as possible.
Poppy cried out, her eyes squeezed shut, and a couple of tears leaked from beneath her lashes. The momentary pain twisted something fierce and protective inside me, making my jaw clench as I forced myself to stay still, giving her time to adjust. Remaining motionless was almost unbearable, every nerve screaming at me to move—to fuck, to possess—but I held on, determined not to rush her.
Leaning down, I brushed tender kisses against her temple, then her cheek, catching each tear with my lips. The small motion caused a slight shift of my cock inside her, and she gasped, her nails digging into my biceps. But the sound she made wasn’t pain. It was pure pleasure.
Her eyes flew open, bright and eager. My hips moved in a slow, shallow thrust, and she moaned, arching beneath as she panted, “Colter, please. Move.”
Thank fuck.
I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside her, my restraint completely unraveling.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, thrusting into her again, deeper and harder. “You’re so damn tight. Squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe. Such a perfect fit for my cock.”
Her breath caught, her eyes widening and burning hotter at my filthy words.
“You like it when I talk dirty?”
Her cheeks burned redder than her already flushed skin, and she nodded.
“Yeah,” I grunted. “Fucking perfect for me.”
I didn’t hold back anymore. Couldn’t even if I wanted to.
Each stroke was possessive and rough, marking her from the inside out as mine.
“This pussy belongs to me now,” I groaned, gripping her hips tighter to hold her exactly where I wanted her as I drove into her. “No one else will ever touch what’s mine.”
“Yes, Colter,” she gasped, her nails clawing down my back, desperate to hold on.
Her beautiful hazel eyes were wild with pleasure, her mouth parted as each thrust stole another whimper from her.
