Biting back my smug smirk, I wrap a hand around the base of my dick, pumping slow and hard a couple of times, steadying my breath because fuck it, I’m already so goddamn close; Poppy coming all over my thigh was enough to bring me to the point of no return.
She stares at my dick, and for a moment I’m worried she’s about to retreat. But then, her gaze flits to mine momentarily before she reaches a hand out and takes over, wrapping her fingers around my cock and jerking me off.
I throw my head back against the leather and heave a racked sigh.
“Is… is this okay?”
Snapping my head back up, I meet her wide eyes, watching me with a look of uncertainty.
“Better than okay, Pops,” I grit out, clamping my bottom lip between my teeth.
Poppy shifts on her knees and brings her other hand up, rubbing up and down my thigh. And then, meeting my eyes briefly once more, she moves in and sticks out her tongue, swiping it around the flared head, licking it like a goddamn lollipop.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, reaching out and cupping the back of her head. “Do that again.”
She does it again, keeping her eyes on me this time when she does, and I almost pass out from the view alone. If I could die right now, with Poppy’s big midnight eyes watching me, her tongue sticking out flat, licking my cock while her small hand jerks me off, I’d die a happy fucking man.
“Is this okay?” she asks again.
“Yeah, baby.” With a shuddered breath, I manage a smile,gently brushing the wisps of hair from her face. “Wrap those pretty lips around me. I wanna see your mouth full of my cock.”
Again, Poppy’s eyes flare from my words, and leaning in she does exactly that, enveloping my cock with her mouth and sucking almost so hard I nearly shoot up off my seat.
“Whoa, baby, easy,” I breathe out, gently tapping her cheek.
She reduces the suction enough, loosening her lips a touch, and I encourage her to move with my hand on the back of her head, her mouth taking me as deep as she can.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
When she finds her rhythm, hand secured at the base, mouth working me over, I shift a little lower in my chair, widening my legs a touch, ducking down to watch as she swallows me back. I rake my fingers through her hair, gently tugging it free of the elastic, and, collecting the long thick locks, I wrap it around my fist. When I pull on it just a touch, she moans around my dick, her lashes fluttering as she meets my eyes.
“You like that, huh? When I’m a little rough?”
Poppy nods, making a slurping sound around my cock that shoots straight to my balls.
“Noted,” I mutter through gritted teeth, tightening my hold of her hair and forcing her down a little more with every pass. “Oh, you’re such a good fucking girl.”
She moans again, and I feel her take a little more control. The fact that I can actually see her confidence growing sets off an unfamiliar spark in my chest; I’m genuinely proud of her. But, when she goes a little too hard, I grunt when I hit the back of her throat, and she gags, choking and spluttering around me.
“Shit, baby, you good?”
Pulling back, she looks up at me with tears brimming her pretty eyes, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my cock. “Sorry,” she pants out, breathless.
“Don’t you dare fucking apologize to me, baby,” I warn her, smoothing the pad of my thumb over her cheek to collect thetear that’s spilled over. “This is the best goddamn blow job I’ve ever had.”
With a slightly cocky smile, she licks her lips and then, with gusto, she takes me again, eyes locked on mine the whole time as she swallows me.
“Fuck!” I shout out, breathing hard. “Yeah, that’s it. Relax your throat.”
Poppy relaxes and, watching me watch her, she opens up her throat and takes me even deeper, humming around me. When she gags again, she doesn’t pull back, just breathes through her nose, persisting like a goddamn champ.
“Look at you,” I hiss through gritted teeth, cupping her cheek. “So pretty with your mouth full of my fat cock.”
The sounds she makes, her moans and whimpers and breathless gasps, combined with the messy wetness of her saliva drooling all over my dick, is so fucking hot; it takes every last sliver of self-control not to fuck her face, the knot of tension at the base of my cock about ready to release at any moment, causing my balls to tighten.
“Fuck, baby,” I grit out. “I’m gonna fuckin’ come.”
Poppy moans again, gripping me tight and bobbing up and down a little faster, sloppier, my perfect, messy girl.
