I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, causing him to throw his head back on a low groan. “Poppy, you are gonna be my demise; I’m so fuckin’ sure of it,” he mutters, slapping my tongue with his dick a couple of times and making me jump.
With my hands on my knees, I stare up at him, watching as hejerks himself off, my mouth open wide, tongue hanging out, the anticipation killing me, making me so needy I’m forced to rock my hips, pressing my thighs together as firm as I can to ease the ache.
“You ready, baby?” Brookes huffs. “Open up nice and wide for me.”
I do as he says, and the second I meet his eyes, I see the moment his orgasm hits, his face contorting in a look of pleasure, pain, ecstasy, and torture, all combined into one beautiful expression, the animalistic roar that rumbles up from the back of his throat possibly the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. And then he’s coming. Hard. Hot ropes of cum spurting over my tongue, my lips, my chin, all over me, making a big, beautiful mess. I devour what I can, moaning at the way it drips down my face and onto my breasts, rubbing it into my skin as he keeps on coming.
“Fuck, Jesus… fuck!” Brookes shudders, gasping for breath, his release subsiding. And, with wobbly legs, he stumbles a step before swooping down and pulling me up off the floor.
His heavy-lidded eyes flare as he takes me in, looking at his release covering me, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Look at you, so pretty covered in my cum.”
I stick my tongue out, collecting what I can around my mouth, smiling at him as I do, and he shakes his head with a muttered curse.
“Fucking. Mine,” he growls, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and crashing his lips against mine in a searing kiss that makes my knees weak.
CHAPTER 46
BROOKES
In my thirty-two years, I can’t remember a time I’ve ever spent all night staying up having sex. Not just sex—making love. Hell, I’ve never made love before tonight. But right now, as daylight starts to break through the darkness, the sun inching closer to the horizon, buried deep inside Poppy as she rides me slowly, lazily, I know this is love making at its finest, and I never wantjust sexagain.
We’d planned on staying up to watch the sunrise since it was almost morning after we finished in the shower. But the second we came out onto the little porch outside our villa and I pulled her into my lap, wrapping a blanket around us, Poppy got other ideas, palming my semi-hard cock while offering me that sexy-ass sideways glance and the hint of a smile that is my newfound undoing.
Staring deep into her sleepy, sex-drugged gaze, she grinds down on me, rolling her hips, and I almost lose it when she whimpers.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I whisper, hands resting on her soft hips. She’s in control, but I make sure to keep her safe, help her if she needs the support.
“I think I love your dick,” she breathes out, her body twitching when it hits her just right.
I can’t help but chuckle. “My dick loves you right back.”
She clamps her bottom lip between her teeth, stifling her sounds, and when her head falls back, eyes closed, I feel her pussy flutter around me, and I know she’s close again. I lean in and press my lips to her pulse point, kissing, licking, and sucking. She moans a soft, throaty sound, her hips picking up speed, and I move my hand between us, finding her slick pussy and teasing her swollen clit.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Poppy hisses, meeting my eyes again, her words surprising me in the best kind of way.
“Call me that again,” I grit out.
Her eyes widen with realization, a slow smile tugging at her lips as she moans out so goddamn sexy, “Baby.”
“Fuck, Poppy,” I groan, gripping her hip and thrusting up, suddenly more desperate than I’ve ever been. Now I understand why she loves it when I call her baby.
When I hit her deep, she cries out, and I grab her by the back of her head, sealing my mouth over hers to stifle her sounds since we’re outside. She whines into our kiss, fucking me so damn hard.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her lips. “Bounce on my cock like a good fuckin’ girl.”
“Oh… God… yes…” she sobs against my mouth, her lips parting enough to make way for her gasped breaths and soft, stifled pants.
I put enough pressure on her clit, lifting up and thrusting into her so hard, she goes off, groaning a low, throaty sound, burying her face into the crook of my neck as her body trembles and shakes. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she comes almost silently, and that, mixed with the way she sucks on my neck to stifle her sounds tips me over the edge. I come deep inside her, burying my face into her hair to contain my own feral sounds as my cock pulses with every last ounce of my release.
Collapsing against me, Poppy’s body sags into mine. As she starts to catch her breath, slowly coming back down to earth, she lifts her chin, resting against my chest and gazing up at me with a look that says more than words ever could. I offer her a smile, reaching up and tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, allowing my fingertip to trail down over her cheek, tracing her Cupid’s bow.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, not even sure if she heard me or not.
Her thick lashes flutter, her eyes closing, and she nestles in closer with a contented sigh. And, with Poppy’s cheek pressed against my chest, her soft body melting into mine, I look out over the horizon as the first of the sun’s rays starts to make its appearance, basking its warmth over us. And for the first time in as long as I can remember, everything feels right. But I’m not a fool, and I know nothing gold can stay. And as I glance sideways, spotting the first of the big dark clouds rolling in from the south, I know when I get back to Florida, I have a storm ahead of me… I just need to figure out how to make it through without Poppy ending up as collateral damage.
CHAPTER 47
BROOKES
