I don’t know how, or why, but I believe him. I truly do.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I crash my lips to his, kissing him with all that I have, wanting nothing more right now than just to be with him.
Brookes’ hands drift down over my back, gripping my hips and pulling me into his lap, and with a low rumbling groan, he deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and claiming me in the way only he can from a single kiss.
Tearing my lips from Brookes, I take a moment to catch my breath, staring deep into his eyes, which is when it comes to me hard and fast, hitting me like a much-needed slap to the face. “I love you, too.”
Brookes’ eyes go wide as they search mine, like he’s looking for a lie. “You do?”
“Yes,” I answer him immediately, wanting nothing more than to snuff out his doubt. “I do.”
His lips find mind again, this kiss softer than the last but full of a sentiment I feel through to my heart. I shift in his hips, feeling his hard length between us, and I gasp out, pulling back enough to look deep into his eyes again.
“Take me home,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Peppering kisses along his stubbled jaw, I reach his ear, grazing the shell with my lips as I say, “Make me yours, Brookes.”
Dragging the zipper of my dress down, Brookes watches me from where he’s sitting on the end of the bed, his gaze dancing through the muted light of the villa. My dress falls, bunching atmy feet, and I’m left standing in front of him wearing nothing more than a lacy thong and matching bra.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, shamelessly palming himself through his suit pants.
“I’ve never felt as beautiful as I do when you look at me like that,” I admit, my cheeks heating with my confession.
“Poppy, I—” Brookes shakes his head, scrubbing a hand down over his face with a huffed exhale. Hopping up from the bed, he stalks toward me, his gaze trailing over me from my head to my toes and back up again as he husks, “Poppy, I am fuckingobsessedwith you.”
His fingertips trail up my sides, hands gently clasped around the base of my neck. Leaning in, he claims my mouth, sliding his tongue between my lips and finding mine, coaxing it to dance with his.
Craning up on my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck, moaning into our kiss when I feel his hard length press into my stomach and, breaking our kiss, I look down between us, smirking to myself as I drop to my knees right in front of him.
“What do you think you’re doing, cutie?” Brookes gruffs, pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes blazing as they stare down into mine.
Unfastening his belt, I offer him a saccharine smile. Freeing him from the confines of his pants, my eyes widen as his big dick juts out right in front of me, the tip glistening. I lick my lips, wrapping my hand around him, and with another smile, I stare into his eyes as I spit on to the flared head and rub my saliva in with a few slow, determined strokes.
“Chrissake,” Brookes utters, shifting on his feet and widening his legs to anchor himself.
Wrapping my lips around him, I moan as his taste hits my tongue, bobbing up and down, meeting my mouth with my hand in the way he showed me the other night.
“Oh, fuck, you are… so damn good at that, baby,” Brookes grits out, collecting my hair in his hands and holding it back from my face so he can see me. “That’s it. So fuckin’ good.”
I love his words, his sounds, his harsh breaths, the way his thigh muscles tense, and I want more of it. I want it all. I want him to lose all control with me.
Smiling around him, I relax the back of my throat, and then, watching his face, I take him as deep as I possibly can until he’s hitting the back of my throat. And when my gag reflex kicks in and I start to choke, I keep going, my eyes stinging with tears, swallowing him until I can’t breathe.
“Shit!” Brookes shouts, his knees buckling before he catches himself.
I moan around him, pulling back and popping off, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his dick, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Is that good?”
Brookes gapes at me, his eyes cloudy and heady, his cheeks flushed, lips parted, and he manages a nod, croaking out a rasped, “Fuck yeah, baby girl.”
I take him deep and choke on him again, reveling in the way he reacts, pulling on my hair while also holding me right where I am. When I tap his thigh, he releases his hold of me, and I pop off him again, gasping for breath, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my heated cheek.
“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” Brookes praises gruffly. “Choking on my cock.”
“I want your cum,” I say through panting breaths.
“Oh yeah?” He arches an eyebrow, his smirk challenging.
I nod.
“Where do you want it, baby?”
