I lean down and dust a kiss along the side of her neck. Then I tease the sensitive spot with my tongue.
“I love the way you feel, honey. Your pussy is heaven.”
I go slow, pacing myself, making sure I don’t go too fast or too hard. She needs to come first. She willalwayscome first with me.
I lick my thumb, then reach down and softly massage her clit. She tightens around me. Searing heat zooms down my spine. Holy shit, that feels insanely good. I tense the muscles in my legs to keep from coming. Not yet. Not until she comes.
“Nick, I’m gonna come,” she sobs.
“That’s it, honey. Be a good girl and come hard on my cock.”
A second later, she explodes. I take in the sight of her: writhing on my bed, moaning and whimpering, wearing my jersey.
Sofucking hot. But I want more. Ineedmore.
When she starts to come down, I grab her waist and flip her over so she’s on her stomach. Then I pull her hips up so her plump ass is flush with my hips. She arches her back, deepening the angle between us.
“What are you doing?” she rasps.
“Making you come again.” I reach around tease her clit some more. “I could do this forever, Poppy. Make you come over and over and over.”
She turns her face to the side. “I don’t know if I can.”
I lean down and dust a kiss on her spine. “You will . You’re gonna give me one more orgasm.”
She bites back a giddy smile, her eyes pleasure-drunk. She loves this. She loves when I’m bossy and tell her what to do in bed. I love it too.
I run my palm over the back of the jersey she’s wearing. My gaze fixes on my number and my name. My balls tighten and my cock throbs.
“I wanna see my name and my number on your back when you come on my dick like the good girl that you are.”
I fuck her slow and deep while teasing her clit with my thumb. She’s panting and moaning and whimpering. She’s clawing at the bedsheets, her sounds getting more ragged and desperate by the second.
It’s not even two minutes before she’s falling apart again. Her sweet pussy squeezes around my dick, and I let out a rough, animal sound. Pleasure pulses through me, throttling me from the inside out. The pressure in my cock and balls hits that too-much point, and I unload into her with a roar.
It’s so powerful that I can’t see straight. I can’t hear either. Everything is fuzzy. My brain feels like it’s been blasted into a million pieces.
I fall forward, bracing my hands on the bed so I don’t collapse on top of her.
My lungs are raw as I catch my breath. I drop a kiss to the back of her neck.
“I love you,” I rasp.
She lets out a soft whimper. “I love you too. That was…oh my god. Beyond good. Just…wow.”
I grin and lean up on my knees. I gently slide out of her and pull off the condom, then toss it into the nearby trashcan. Then I lie on the bed and pull the comforter over us. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.
I stare at her, breathless at how perfect Poppy is—at how I’m the luckiest man in the world to call her mine.
She sinks into me and closes her eyes. I kiss her forehead. “I love you, Poppy. So, so much.”
“I love you too.”
And in that moment, as I fall asleep with her in my arms, I know that no matter what happens, I’ll be able to get through it as long as I have Poppy.
Chapter 53
Poppy
